She flutters As she babbles Her eyes No longer remind me Of who she once was She lived Harder than expected Full of life Until it was no more Her days Like ours Numbered to a ‘t’ She was too proud To really let anyone in
Your role is as clear As the mountain stream. I look at my reflection, And she stares back. Her own heart is dropping From the skies.
Sitting and breaking Ice cracking Slipping into the melt Searching for a balance In this flooded space ~~~ Looking up To see this contorting face Observing the reflection Of each relentless heartache The leftovers as they Trickle down ~~~ Standing between the open air I want so desperately to sip And an honesty, I’ve kept … Continue reading Crying Alone – November 26, 2019
Laying atop, sinking in To these soft covers Velvety fur caresses my skin Watching the world Stand still. A dark thump Hits hard and falls. The nothingness That stands in its way Reflecting light Bouncing Shapes That define something That is never Really There. How many looking glasses Stand in our way Of moving forward … Continue reading My Tiny Window – November 22, 2019
It chooses to come and go, As it pleases. Shaping every morsel of my being. It’s hold, It’s harsh grasp, Threatens Anything good I’ve created. Observing this happen From the top of somewhere There is no stop button I can reach. Only to watch it play out Through the looking glass.