winter poems
bitter joy.
waking with
the sun
struggling to
meet its warmth
anew with
optimism
that lasts
but a brief moment
dull drumming
behind my heart
a beat that
serves me restless sleep
a beat that
steals my thoughts in waking
the certainty
in my choice is cracking
with each day
I walk away from what was
and am
blindly led to what will be
every so
often
joy takes
hold of my soul and sings loudly
a siren
calling me home
when I look
into those blue eyes
when I cradle
the cushion of newborn life
I look down
into bliss
one of which
is not mine
but which I
borrow
how long can
I make it last
shall I wait
holding the
hand of innocence
small fingers
resting in my palm
waking with
the sun
cold sweat
meets bitter realization
time to
return my gifts
to their
creators
I have my own
legacy to leave
the drumming
fades
no longer
consumed
but whole
once more.
escape artist.
I pull you in
with my stories
my wise words
my lofty
dreams
I build
bridges to burn them
as I can’t
let you catch up to me
I keep at a
distance
heart guarded
soul
surrounded
body enclosed
for there is
joy in endings
this habit I
cannot explain
no ties, just
a memory
and not a
reason to stay
lets me walk
freely
with less
guilt to carry
selfish and
selfless
which tattoo
brands me
do I sabotage
or
subconsciously know my fate
do I escape
or run with
faith
do I fear
commitment
or embrace
change
with no
reason to stay
I follow the
torch
down this
path meant for one
leaving you
behind where I met you
where is the
remorse
when I only look
ahead
many moons.
the pen has
not been lifted
in many moons
since
I fell into
pace
with the
others’ gait
the routine
has drowned me
rinsed away
fleeting thoughts
the lack of
fulfillment
creates a
deafening space
this void
consumes me
its grasp I
try to escape
I am cloaked
with indifference
a foreigner
among family
trying to sow
without seeds
building a
straw house
in a storm
I wear
another’s boots
testing the
weight of that role
failing to
justify
this faulty reality
the seasons
change
and the fog
lifts
leaving me
to face my
truth
once lost in
stability
attempting to
create
with broken
ties
and silently
destroy
with empty
promises
I walk away
shedding the
weight
and pick up
the pen
once more.
old friends.
I sit across
from you a stranger
yet you know
my soul completely
we carry
crosses
neither alike
but both a
burden
the innocence
of youth escaped us
leaving scars
to bear
and memories
to relive
once wild and
reckless
bringing the
world to its knees
we stood at the
crossroads
shawls
wrapped around our shoulders
our
differences clear
I strayed
from the path
to forge my
own
sailing with
the wind
breeze behind
me
sun before me
chasing long
days
walking down
the dusty road once more
I returned to
familiar smells
old patterns
and separate
lives
we share a
past
the lone tie
between us
knotted for
strength
for every
reunion
warps time
and space
carrying old
friends
to new places
holding so
much in between
worn leather
the decision
gave new life
to shallow
breath
flowers
blossomed
wings took
flight
a new dawn
emerged
another
funeral
on another
life
homage is
paid
to each
moment that passed
the bag
emerges
from the
depths
of the dark
corner
resting among
fairy
thoughts
and luminous
dreams
worn leather
eager to be
thrown aboard
stuffed and
carried
crossing
borders
holding
secrets
molded for
comfort
and ever
ready
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