My elusive self
No matter how hard I search
Still a mystery
Can they see in me
I wonder, my truest self
In ways I cannot
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My elusive self
No matter how hard I search
Still a mystery
Can they see in me
I wonder, my truest self
In ways I cannot
To live peacefully
I must not be throwing stones
In this house of bone
Coughs from my sickbed
I look around, read my past
And still find such joy
2 a.m. fearful
Confused mind jumbling thoughts
Ask them why they’re here
Written upon waking in the middle of the night anxious and maybe a little confused.
Words queued for release
Fatigue conquers expression
Return underground
Visiting a friend
Feet crunching on frozen snow
I am warmed inside
Loved and well rested
Hearing rain on window panes
I am real again
Cannot leave just yet
Cycles repeat and repeat
So much left unsaid
Words take flight
Despair clouds vision until
With joy they return
Training continues
Persisting reward and spite
Another sunset
Anticipation!
Joy in being remembered
In meeting again
It’s so nice to be recognized and remembered.