You are everywhere.
In the waves on the beach
and the fresh salt air.
In my morning toast,
just buttered lightly,
paired with a mug of Pike Place Roast.
In the starting chill of October
that nips at my skin ever so slightly.
In the living laughter of someone sober;
They need nothing to keep them tightly—
In my own wounded truth,
turnt on me by beloved hands unable to bear,
Like a loaded gun given through trust to see—
Shot at the chest
of the trusting that shared.
Remembrance of your presence unthin,
the flickering hope is now shown care.
Serenity of a mind drowned in dread within—
Before you,
they were so unaware.
Maybe bent steel, never shattered glassware.
I see experience variedly disguises akin.
If the bite of old hurt makes teeth go bared,
I know it will subside again.
As the rolling world renews the wear,
through piercing strife,
doubt and despair,
I will remain at peace—
You are there.
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 1:38 PM UTC