What do you do

When you have unaccomplished days—

Tasks are left on lists to fend

For themselves,

Errands are impatiently waiting

Just to find out their precious time

Has been rescheduled

At an unknown date, or if they're lucky,

Maybe tomorrow.

The only thing you are capable of

Getting done

Is making sure you're taking the time

To breathe—

So go ahead a breathe—

That's accomplishment enough.

Why are there secrets hidden

Under the wallpaper—

Whispers

Under layers of

Distraction and movement

That have the urge

To drape a sense of stability

Upon eyes that cannot

View the mildew underneath—

When will it be time

To tear the peeling barriers

Away from rooms we need

To repaint—

No one wants

To see what lurks—

Their eyes are only drawn

To the surface-level patterns.

When life flies by

We can always catch up

With wings of our own.

Just care for the feathers

And let their colors

Grant ambition.

Life won't be able

To escape us then.

We are the fortunate—we have our blood
When we cannot grasp for pens in time.

We are unbothered when blisters form—
They swell and we are the ones who run.

When we cannot use our impassioned voices
We utilize the power of our salient eyes—

Staring into the depths that wish to haunt—
There is still time for idle pleasantries.

We are the armored monsters deemed
Too soft—when we are simply humanity.

There is a softness
In the words

That are whispered
Beyond the shouts

That fill our ears like
Cotton,

Stopping the truth from
Reaching hearts

That beg for
Forgiveness.

We must listen
As close as we can,

Just listen
To anything

That tries to dig
To our very center.

I know I will wait for
Any determined piece.

An unexpected
Crater

Can devastate
Places

Once
Called home.

We can shape
A new life

Right in
The center.

After the smell of rain,
Tears may dry.

The candlelight
May flicker the past
Onto the wall—

A small show that never
Ends,

A strong show within
A storm,

A relief when the
Shadows melt

With the candle wax,
And the rain dims.