Fuzzy Little brain of mine Wanders about the earth Wondering when and where The light switch will come on The window sings to me songs of something. Blurry noise hidden in a vase. That once held red roses Calls to me Announcing I am to quiet To still To be filled with confusion and if I don't move now I will never be more than Somebody that once was Wandering and Wondering
Are you familiar with that feeling? The one you get when you finish a good book, Or when your favourite TV series ends? Or even, when one chapter of your life closes, And you have to step through the threshold of a new page?
Well that threshold, for me Has always been a great towering wall. I'd always have the means to climb, But never will I want to or feel like I should. It seems that I'm needlessly clutching at straws, While the guns of change point to my temples, drawn.
Somehow, I eventually had to scale through the fears, And just nick a few pieces from every threshold I pass. You know, when days are looking pretty cloudy ahead, I'll just reach in my pocket and look at them To see how much has moved, and smile.
I just realised that it's reached that point where I have to cross again.
the pain must be becoming more and more unbearable each day, and we have to continue walking away from each other when all we ever wanted was to run towards each other's arms. so how about we do this, my love?
how about we go on with our day, pretend we're going to see each other the very next day, and face things with excitement today? how about we go on with our breakfast, lunch, dinner, and snacks in between, and pretend we're going to dine together tomorrow? how about we sleep tonight without crying our eyes out to the memories of us and pretend that tomorrow, when the sun rises from the east, we'll wake up to see ourselves next to each other? how about we repeat being hopeful every day, looking forward for the tomorrow that holds you and I in one page, until we can no longer remember what we are ridiculously holding onto and we're just truly happy with our lives without each other?
I survived the culling Walked away unscathed I put tremendous effort In my camouflage I ran with the fastest Hid with the stealthiest Fought with the toughest Some became gnarled Twisted with rage Others fell, tripped up In a flurry of appendages thrown Some gave in to it and laid down Awaited it with fear and tears Panting like dogs But not I Not this time This time I outran it Through fields of blade grasses Through open plains Through dense forest Through muddy bogs Night and day it came for me So night and day I kept moving forward There is no end to my journey Only another day bought Through effort, blood sweat and tears I'm not stopping anytime soon
What just happened? Why does the mighty being look so small today? Why are your usual bright eyes now shedding tears? So many eyes deem you ferocious But who among them could see your heart of butter? You who once lead a pack Who put your life on the line for every hunt Who showed the way for the young ones to walk Who once believed all the pack members to be your own Is now roaming all alone. The sun lost his brilliance out of sorrow And the winds bore your tears And the clouds brought rain to hide your heartbreak. O, great wolf, can’t you see? The world is wailing after your throes But it is also wishing you to overcome the tribulation For who else can if even you can’t conquer your heart? O, mighty wolf, you may be alone But you still have the heart of an alpha So please keep moving forward And prove all ill-wishers wrong.