Someone told me once To think of something constant When it got too much To look at the moon And marvel at its permanence Yet, if you could leave Falling so far out of my sky I know nothing is constant If not you, Then not even the moon.
... but tomorrow might be the midnight of time and tracks couldn't be found- you will falter and struggle for light and be mocked by the unsympathetic night
there's no turning back and you will be blinded by strange shadows as they appear and shift while all around is the deepest black
you will try to speak but words will fail they no longer belong to you--- you will turn pale in helplessness
it's not fancy nor a dream neither is it exaggerated drama you will no longer be yourself in this phantasmagoria
The tranquility of this morning Feels like numbness tonight But I still feel your gift of love You gave it and didn’t take it away. It will keep me warm, provide reassurance. I’ll carry its glow within me as I continue on.
I want my complexities to dazzle my company Make them think that this poetry Easily flowed out of me Like it was simple artistry Like I don’t suffer from anxiety Like I don’t know insecurity Like I didn’t lie awake all of last night feeling inadequate when I realized