I live my life through the words I write
I’m no longer interested
in holding back.
No more keeping things in my head.
I will write them all out,
release them all,
put everything I have into this story,
leave my whole heart out on the table.
There’s nothing for me to be afraid of
except myself
and I’m done with that.
No more holding back.
Back home
to reality
of the daily routine
mundane in comparison
to protected time in a bubble, for sport.
Back to the dishes piled high in the sink,
dust settled on the furniture,
the pen and paper on the kitchen counter
picked up every now and then
to note another to-do
not to be forgotten.
Back to the commitment
of, every day,
working to better myself,
carving away more marble from the sculpture
of the life I want to live,
bringing it into the light.
I travel back in time
to me and him
I remember where we were
how I felt
and a bittersweet smile grows on my face.
You came back into my life
like an overnight snowfall,
one morning I woke up
and there you were:
soft, but ominous.
Dawning Words 