Time can be as violent as a river
Or as silent as a breeze
But it always takes a piece of us
Every time it leaves
Sometimes I feel so empty
It's hard for me to breathe
When the memories fly at me
They drop me to my knees

It's been so long since I've felt so alive
So long since I've wanted to die
It's been so long since I've done anything
Other than survive
It's been so long since the sun's been on
So long since the darkness fell
For so long
I've been nothing more
Than this empty shell

But I've  learned to laugh
And I've learned to smile
To paint the color of my skin
Every morning I perfect
The mask that hides the scars within
Sometimes, I try to remember who I used to be
Before the life left my eyes
But it's been too long
I've been too gone
I've drowned in my own lies

Days filled with boredom,
I eagerly wait for my nights.
For sailing to faraway worlds
And live on my terms.

An escape is what I seek
From the Mundane to the extraordinary.
To soar the skies free,
Where I am not weighed down.

Every morning reality
Drags me up from my dreams.
From the colourful to the drab
And live to a set of rules.

We chase all day;
What others achieved.
Nothing is ever enough and
Expectations are never satisfied.

The never ending cycle continues
And I seek peace at night.
Until life finally ends,
I shall savour my dreams.

In the darkness there is a light that shines
   And touches us
In our weakest moments there is a strength
    That lifts us
We close our eyes and we know
     We are not alone
There is a spirit within us
       Whispering
A language that is not our own
       Yet we understand
We feel its devine power filling us
       Embracing us
Comforting even our deepest wounds

It is in these moments.   In our hour of
       greatest need
When we see the second set of footprints
       In the sand

what does it feel like to be held
not by another body
not by a set of limbs, a chest, a chin
but
by another soul

what does it feel like
to see truth in another pair of eyes
instead of hidden intentions
instead of absence

what does it feel like
to hear a familiar heartbeat
resounding next to your own
reaching through skin
through bone
two rhythms
indistinguishable

what does it feel like
to write poems about
a love that exists

what if
everything

was less

it was not
a race

to have more

what if
this god

said

accumulation
was a sin

and most
everyone

believed it

what would
become of

everyone

would we
have more

together