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Past and Future stabled together – both present, tethered, and unstable.

Kindred ghosts pushed-pulled by a hopeful anxiety,
agitated by the yet unknown morning, eager to be

free.  And once freed, breaking fast, bolt-bursting, in competition
– in unison,

leaving Present to peer from the darkness
– who will win after all?
past, present and future are uncomfortable stable-mates
Bleurose Jun 19
you give me a sense of peace
uneasy at times
as I always worry how you feel
you say you like to listen
I still think I talk to much
to fill anxious silence, fear that you won't be
there on the other end of the rope
As I still learn to trust
that you will be…..

That you will come back.
"I think I talk too much, I need to listen.."
Bleurose Jun 19
You are my quiet space

When the hurricane of time whips around me and scars my skin….

You are my quiet space.

I'd say an anchor but we move in the wind
We waltz as time sways, races, drags onwards.
It sets the pace and screams its soul into my ears…….

You are my quiet space.

Moving ever forward
My fire burns brightly in passion or rage
and you always flood me over with reason.
To me, your presence, like rain, is infrequent, but needed.

You are my quiet space, my eye of the storm.
The riders gleaming golden saddle
Hides the swirling, eternal battles

Fought within the bravest minds
Surfacing amongst the worst times

Laid bare to eyes they’ll never be
Imaginations one will never see
I wrote this to describe moments of anxiety that can be too much and overwhelming
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