A tip of my hat
To the cumulus that looms
A prowling lion in the clouds
Signifies my doom

Now amidst the fog
All six senses ***** the air
Something must be lurking
-I reason a cat, but fear a bear

I cast aside my shadow
A cloak I once hand stitched
-My reason clatters to the ground
Patience snubbed into abyss

I curse my aching feet
Starting to lose their ground
-Yet not a bench within a mile
And not a soul to be found

My feet berate the dirt
Blindly running until I’m lost
I sit within the rain    
My mind jumbled in a knot

But then a second look
I see a peek of sky
Tonight the stars were silent
And now I see them shine

There is beauty to be found,
In the company we keep,
High in the clouds, deep in the ground.
But it doesn't come cheap.

We can be cheated;
It's found within banknotes,
or that text you deleted.
Leaving a tightness in your throat.

Perhaps it was in that bottle,
Maybe under the bedsheets.
'You had it all.'
Yet it feels like defeat.

Look again, look harder.
You'll find it once more.
You shall speak with ardour.
Beauty is not a chore.

It's within conversations,
In the ink of the book
That built your foundation,
Even in that meal you cooked.

It's never far.
Just around that corner.
In the glint of the stars.
You begin to feel a bit warmer.

embrace the demons
that lurk beneath
the shadows of your mind
and turn them into
beautiful rhymes

your mind is poetic
and so is your soul
never stop writing
turn your darkness into
something beautiful and whole