before writing seems to comes too easy
maybe before the river of depression
rushing into my canals in all directions
with no order, no bounderies...
i guess, i've learned,
to build dams, cross section
and order...

I’m weary, tired, shadows near,  
But like the song, I’ll persevere.  
Sick of the struggle, longing for peace,  
Yet I’m still standing, my heart won’t cease.  

Though feeling done, there’s still a spark,  
You know I’ll rise, igniting the dark.  
With every challenge, I’ll find my way,  
Just like the lyrics, I’ll seize the day.

In quiet starlight beneath twin trees,
Where shadows danced in secret rhythms cast by campfire glows,
Hearts murmured softly to the moon.
Distance grown, lands apart,
Yet, a silent tether held firm.

Trails merge, unspoken flares,
souls in wordless chorus.
This uncharted depth treading lightly upon,
A tale unvoiced,
a memory held beneath twin trees.

I am Lost

My soul resonates
with the prettiest and darkest things.
I feel and hurt
and live and rejoice
and die and hate
and forgive.
I do it all
in a whirlwind of emotions so no wonder.
No wonder
I don’t know what’s forward or backwards or even what to say
Or do next.
I am so lost.