How do you come to hate,
The ones you loved?
You don't.
They tend to turn on you,
Either that,
Or they weren't real at all.
I forsake any shard of regret I had,
From leaving you,
I regret any feeling I had,
From loving you.
If anyone lost here,
It was you.
Because you'll fall back into emptiness,
Trying to replace it with people,
But I, I will not.
I'll continue to cradle my own light,
Which you came so close to taking.
I'm done sacrificing pieces of me,
In order to receive nothing.

These eyes were fished of dreams,
as a toddler near a lake we squealed,
tadpoles in a little net catch,
but it was always a bad batch.
Caught a baby reindeer in a beam,
Like a Disney scene familiarized with,
It took years until I realized it was me,
and the car incident's blood dripping
I was reborn of green demon heresy.

The ultimatum
of fields of
a brushing
of manes
she dotted on.
She's brushing
the comforting
of a horse's peace
random grunting
is so pleasing
and there's
no hidden
of anyone cruel here.
Its easy to forget
the innocence
as we're conditioned
to hurt the hearts of fear...
soldiers,
past by the bridge
underneath the children.

Somehow, unbefuddled, it all ties together,
The happy endings get tied, knots well made,
Sleep comes easy, the light dims slowly, finely,
Clarity, everywhere, not for taking, just for asking,
Wanting is off limits, even inconceivable, and the poem.
Why, even the poem finishes itself, and to all a very, Good Night

a grownup lullaby

May your grateful heart
Be filled with laughter, joy,
And the magic of each new day.
May the spirit of wisdom
Color your life through many years
Just as the mountains and the oceans
Cover our wonder-filled earth.
May your grateful heart be full.

When sight of eyes is fading
and mind is ready leaving
all that goes with us
are our memories
and our conscience.
Live well.


Shell ✨🐚