I spend so much time Basking in the silence as time unwinds Hoping for a moment where I can exhale From these deep breaths, and focus on my dreams Without this sharp pain in my side This feeling of being stressed
All the time.
I've spent nights daydreaming Howling at my internal moon In hope that the glare that illuminated The pitch black sky inside Would not shed light on the wolf Or shed tears for the boy who cried But rather spare those crucial moments Of wasted time, from which those tears Left the boy's eye.
The tears that watered a rose Waiting to bloom alive
I know it's okay to cry.
I know it's okay to not know where You're going sometimes.
Despite the unsettling emotions that Surround you like autumn leaves Worried that if you step on one They'll play the part of a sidewalk On Friday the 13th And someone's back will break In its wake... In your sacrifice... In your hesitation to move along As you injure your finger pressing The replay button
As you know very well that it's not the Memories of times wasted that haunt you
It's the regret of not allowing yourself to fail During the times you thought failure Was all that it would lead to.
This piece centers around how I worry myself constantly about my situation, day in and out. I try to focus so hard, but that may be the issue I'm facing that's the hardest to come to terms with; that I'm focusing too hard. Finding the balance is hard at times, but I have faith that things will work out. Music, poetry, and writing definitely help, that's for sure. The concept that is presented in this piece can go for any hard situation. I hope someone finds solace in its message. Never give up, cry when needed, and know that things always have a way of working out, one way or another. Much love!