Even if
I must sit here for hours
waiting for my mind to find stable ground
and step off the race track,
I will wait
as long as it takes.
If I do not wait for myself,
what I lose
is me.
Tag: poem
whispers of the snowfall
Stay at home with your family.
Light a candle, bundle a blanket.
Travel only if you must.
Slow down, relax, take a breath.
Turn down the volume to find quiet.
Remember,
the world may be hard
but it’s also soft, and gentle.
dream-ing memories
Sometimes
I dream in memories
of you, and me,
and the toxicity surrounding us.
I dream
of my naivete,
the youthful, innocent, optimism I held
even for you.
I dream
of what I chose to see
and lived for.
I dream in memories
because sometimes
they hurt less than reality.
short-lived recognition
Short-lived recognition,
if you can call it that,
of believing I know you from somewhere
and hoping
you recognize me too.
But just in case you don’t
I’ll dart my eyes away
before we know for sure.
opportunity
Opportunity
has come knocking at my door.
Summon bravery.
rough days
Everyone has rough days
days they wish no one would ever see
and maybe
it works out that you don’t see those days
for them
but they see those days
for you.
You cannot see a person
for brief moments of time
and believe you know everything about them.
fictional girl
If I can embody
myself
what I have created for her,
maybe
I can reclaim the connection
to her
I feel, in fear, I have lost.
listen to her
All I can do
is listen to my body
listen to her screams and shouts
her whimpers and protests
her laughter and joy
her inhales and exhales.
If I listen
she will tell me what I need to know.
love yourself the hardest, then
It tastes good in the moment
a perfect fit into all the right receptors
to provide comfort,
and love.
More must be better than a little
so indulge,
and comfort it will continue,
until it’s gone.
When you’re left, at the end,
feeling unlovable,
love yourself the hardest, then.
in search of a label
How far down the tunnel can we go
in search of a label, a name, anything,
to classify how we’re feeling?
Dawning Words 