Yesterday was tough
Tougher than before
It broke me down inside
Left me crumbled on the floor
But then I remembered
the semicolon

Today was hard
Harder than before
It killed my soul a little
Left me bleeding on the floor
But then I remembered
the semicolon

A small mark
Seems insignificant
But when examined further
Becomes magnificent
An authors way
Of saying hold on
don't give up just yet
there is plenty more to come

Tomorrow will be painful
More painful than before
It will break me down
Leave me broken on the floor
But I will remember
Forever more
That small, simple mark
Giving out hope for all

*the semicolon

A leaf caught upon a breeze
Spinning in one place,
As if the earth was
Repelling,
Shunning,
Dancing
Upon gravities whims
I watch hypnotised by this
Dancing leaf,  
I asked if in need of help
But its words were but silence
Spinning,
Caressed,
Flowing
With the delicate movments
Granted by the breeze,
I stepped closer to see this natures dance
And upon silken thread did it hold tight,
"Never falling to earth"
Hanging,
Suspended,
Graceful
Movements, its time may come to fall
But for now it dances upon silken thread
Dancing within  the breathe of the *gentle breeze.