I used to be
Wild
running barefoot over gravel,
galloping ponies, and bending
over to pick up shiny trinkets
And racoon's teeth.

These days I can still hike
mountains and climb trees.
Impromptu dance parties, and
jogging supermarket hallways
in an urgent rush.

But, most days
My hips ache like they are made of
old stone walls, my knees swell
sideways, and dainty ankles crack
in flats as if they were still strapped
to six inch heels.

Most days it hurts too much for brisk,
for swift, for haste.
Most days it hurts too much to roll out
of sheets and covers and let my soles
hit the floor. Rise.

The Devil no longer quakes at the sound of my foot prints, but revels
at the uneven drag of my limps.

The zig zag sway of crumbling hips and crunching cartilage. A ****** swagger subdued by a body
Too tired for its own hinges.

Most days.

"remember me is all I ask,
and but if remember be a task,
forget me."
- William Percy French

When I open my ears,
I can hear a symphony of beautiful sounds.
But it is too often that I let my ears go to waste,
and only keep my eyes wide open,
although they are unseeing.

If love could be caught in a single flame ?
If love could be caught in faith or hope or even in itself ?
Or hide away on a shelf ,
never to be used .
But if this were true ,
then I would never have met you ,
or faith and hope with all their charms might have vanished like a vapor in your arms .

But love did come down even for a while ,
It rested on my shoulder ,
it made me smile .
And in that moment it would have been enough .

To fill my heart ,
to make it sing
to the kind of joys only you can bring .

Just one brief moment ,
just one fleeting kiss ,
was enough for you to remind me of this .
That you love me in so many ways ,
as ile love you till the end of my days .

Expectations,
They take their toll
Some are hard to fulfil,
While the others are just stories untold.
Things that are just way beyond
Your wildest capabilities
Diving deep into it,
Can sometimes hurt your worth.
Sometimes we often judge ourselves,
With the number of expectations met
No matter how far you go,
You will always be in debt.
Life feels like a plethora of experience,
But a dearth of emotions.

Maybe I am too young
To be feeling this old,
But the burden of expectations
Takes me down
And makes me feel cold.
This is what I'm feeling
Now and then
That in all of the universe
There is nobody for me,
While everything is changing
and there's nothing I can do.

My world is turning pages
And I am just sitting here,
wondering
How do people live without fear?
The fear of failure
Is it the lack of expectations?
From themselves or others
Is that the answer
To a simpler and happier life?
Maybe I should just drop it all,
And follow my heart
Cross some lines
and just feel alive.

To be honest, I write my only poetry at night
It’s although it’s the only time my mind gets to think

From each daily working
The night offers a different kind of silence
A type of reflection
Or even a breath of fresh air

I lay awake until the early hours of the morning
Replaying scenarios, trying to control the future
But oh, what little control I have

So instead I lay here restless
Trapped within my thoughts
Trying to break free from the shackles of my reality
And then back to sleep once more to repeat another day

Where are you?
Where have you gone?
I am waiting for you, love.
Waiting
For you.

Are you in the North?
In the South?
In the East?
In the West?
Where are you, love?

Have you lost your way,
Sailing an unknown sea?
Have you lost your way,
Trekking a forbidden forest?
Have you lost your way,
Soaring through the stars?
Come back to me, love.

The world is a treacherous place,
Be careful
The world is a dangerous place,
Beware
But most of all
The world is a dying planet.
Be watchful, love.

Are you sinking in a soft black marsh,
With none to help you?
Are you drowning in a bottomless well,
With none to rescue you?
Are you lying captive to nightmares,
With none to comfort you?
Return to my side, love.

The world is a liar's palace,
Watch out
The world is a thief's delight,
Caution
But most importantly
The world will soon be no more.
Take heed.

So where are you, love?
Where did you go?
I am waiting for you, love
Return to my side, love.
Come back
To me.