Mother Nature is stuck in her ways
Father Time has seen it all
Life and Death are in a broken marriage
Ever since they lost Love and adopted Hate
Their only biological child
Sleep
Now Fears commitment

At the top of the stair
Sat a thought and a prayer.
Down the steps, the pair,
They stare.

“Have faith.”
And with haste
The prayer tumbled,
At quite the pace,
Landing below with glee on its face.

But,
A thought must think.
It totters right on the brink.
With fear it shrinks,
Til one last blink.
It starts to sink.

A stair would creak
Each step may squeak
Then a prayer would speak,
“Don’t look so bleak.”
Thought replies a shriek,
“I’m trying to sneak!”
To the top,
One last peak
A final leap
Thought lands on one, two feet.

On the land
Thought and prayer stand.
Linked together
With shaky hands
Together to brave
The doubts of man.

I hope you never reach
The day
Where you are lost for words
Because they're tangled up in
Agony.

I hope you never reach
The point
Where your innocence of
The world is
Robbed.

I hope you choose
Your friends and
Lovers wisely
So that you never have to
Discover what it feels like
To see those who you believed
Would take a bullet for you
Dance behind the
Trigger.

Isn’t physically quick or agile.

Disappears in libraries.

Has been known to dissolve into the physical pages of books.

Is good at tucking herself into the stacks and retreating to reading nooks.

Blends in at coffee shops where her voice can be drowned out by the grinding and the steaming.

Can become indistinguishable in the dark of theatres, in the quiet shuffle of art galleries, the finger-snapping of poetry readings, the hum and jostle of the Tube.

Is indistinct. Adept at hiding in plain sight.