#respair
When you are discouraged lost uncovered bare
In the dark discourage at the very end a respair
Guarded by a lake, breathe again into the dawn
Old French respirer, Latin re spirare, on a lawn,
A return of hope after the dark night of the soul
Not loud, gentle, soft & lonely bloom out whole
Something quietly begins, again, beauty inhales,
Slow in a shy opens up your flowing in the sails,
Disparate in repair that breathes in you, alt new,
Unnoticed at first O away as spaces in you grew,
Smile at the broken pieces bend your way to free
Keep moving thru the world all the curves agree
There’s a line that came to me thinking only you:
Arrive, keep coming back to you, Deep in a Blue,
Breathe that final moment before the day slips in
Let soft slow you, back to back, in a flowing glen.
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 9:58 AM UTC
Respair,
it’s not fair.
I am standing on a wire,
I wish not to be a liar.
Lean a little to the left you will fall to your death,
little to the right to find prosperity and ease that will make you feel light.
I might be scared to fall,
or maybe not at all.
Perhaps to keep my options mine,
have no responsibility on either side.
I think I stand here for the challenge,
to keep me on my toes,
for that is what I’ve always know.
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 12:29 PM UTC