Am I too caring?
Am I being used?
Do I want to be used just to be someone's choice?
Will I ever find someone who cares as much as I do?
How many more people do I have to teach to fly?
And who will teach me?

These are the questions that keep me up at night.
They make me stare at the ceiling like a block of ice.
Who will thaw me out with answers?
If you don't, please let me stay frozen.
I'm sure one day someone will give me fire.

One day I'll stop being someone's flight tutor or someone's fire.
And that will be the day I lose myself.
Not for others’ cause,
But because of others‘ taking.

I recount moments with pensive eyes
Through mercury mirrors and fluid skies.
As cities fold like paper cranes,  
While clocks bleed with watercolour stains.

Obscure are the faces that I once knew,  
Now speaking in tongues of indigo blue.  
Their words grow cold in the morning frost,  
Like maps to places long since lost.

In rooms where gravity forgets,  
My thoughts float in spiral pirouettes.  
Each echo dons a foreign skin,  
As outside weeps with what's within.

Moths of meaning flutter past,  
Too translucent here to last.  
Their wings spell out words left unsent  
Of an unexchanged sweet lament.

I drift through crowds of mannequin dreams,  
Suspended, alone, and unseen.  
A spectral figure in reverse,  
Feeling like an outsider in this universe.

Time melts like Salvador's clocks,  
While purpose spills through quantum locks.  
And I, a paradox come undone,  
Mulling over what my life has become.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Alone with thoughts that spin and bind,
Prisoner of an anxious mind.
Worried of change, afraid to start,
Seeking a match to calm the heart.

For all we long for is someone near,
To build us up, to make things clear—
A shared embrace, a bond that’s true,
To lift each other and see it through.

For bonds can heal, but wounds remain,
A tender dance of joy and pain.
Yet through the storm, we rise, we find,
A peace within the restless mind.