Sometimes I include you,
Without even meaning to.
Your spirit is never too far away,
I thought for sure you went astray.
I’ll be cooking a delicious dish
And think, “He’d surely love this.”
Or I’d find your old clothes,
And remember you wore those.
I hope you are well and happy,
Ending this now before it gets sappy.
Sometimes, I get so blinded by the light.
It overtakes the whole image of my sight,
And I become disoriented by the whole thing.
I fall to my knees because I see nothing,
Holding onto the floor—anything,
Gives me balance.
Because standing proudly for me,
Sometimes means to just be.
No lights, glamour or attention.
For me to take the lead,
The only thing I need
Is my own recognition.
I close my eyes
and see vulnerability
Wrapped around you
Holding you tightly
With a lock & no key.
Securing your fate
Heart on your sleeve
You muster resistance
Pushing against a wall
That will never move
You try and try
But you always lose.
Why fight?
What’s wrong,
What’s right?
Know, before you go.
I am not perfect,
An imperfect set,
Flaws with regret,
No filter effect,
Expectations unmet,
Falling on steps,
Making a mess,
Owning my quest,
No time for rest,
I want the best,
On every test.
But,
I am not perfect.
It is not worth it.
Chasing a mirage can be fun at first, but then it’s never over because it’s not real.
But I am.
And I am worth it.
what do you see?
a persona I created
or
a persona you projected onto me?
am I a willing participant
or
a forced idea in your mind?
how much of us are real
or
just inflated beyond realistic?
can I see you, as you?
aren’t you tired of hiding?
starts from a seed
of potential life.
growth from nourishment
sun
and care.
it takes time & effort
patience.
on one of my hardest days,
of darkness & hopelessness,
I met myself at the door.
I saw my reflection,
eyes with endless tears,
heart broken into pieces.
there was no thing,
nothing
that could move me.
but my mind and body
heavily wept, it waited.
holding on tightly.
our beings are strong;
the will to live
carries us forward.
teaches us patience,
strength in slow rewards
grows only in time
and time alone.
The end of the world
Feels so near.
There is always news,
Of which I fear.
For the young,
Are older than ever.
Innocence is too costly,
Just look at the weather.
Rain, floods, fires & ice,
What happens next?
Are there solutions at all,
From all this stress?
The end of the world
Feels so near.
Time is running out,
To be so cavalier.
I could be anywhere.
Islands of exploration
Feeling the breeze
Of exotic beaches.
But I am here.
At home.
Never to be taken for granted.
The stairs lift me with each step
To the spaces of my comfort.
Falling asleep on this worn out couch.
Finding calmness in my soul
Stretching my limbs for reflexes.
I could be anywhere.
But I am here.
At home.
I was only acting
Sophisticating
My identity.
Teenage dilemma
Attitude whenever
My identity.
Future unheld
Grasping magical spells
My identity.
Curtains drawn
Time for dawn
My Identity.
Rediscovered certificate
Birth no replicate
My identity.
Bare
Honest
Me.
there is hurt.
bruised and broken
hearts from around the world.
loss.
stolen futures
frozen in time.
endless tears
cry out to release
quiet, unbearable pain.
rest in peace
our love goes
far and wide
lighting your way home.
You started first,
As always.
Moved your pieces
In logical ways.
You did this enough,
&
I lost all my pieces,
except for one.
You said,
“Your move.”
And it was only then,
Did I realize
We weren’t playing
Chess at all.
It takes a lot out of me,
To figure out your insanity.
My heart is heavily beating,
From everything that I’m seeing.
A wreckage of a broken relationship;
That both parties are willing to quit.
But it’s painful either way,
Whether I go or just stay.
I am frustrated beyond repair,
Makes me wonder why I ever care.
lines of color attach and detach
up the center
all mixed within themselves
warped and twisted
to come out looking
nothing like another
beautiful,
doesn’t even try.
vibrantly,
elegantly,
passionately red.
to exude such energy
is a gift.
a natural one.
