Opening eyes to
Another morning unchanged
Sunlight falls tepid
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Opening eyes to
Another morning unchanged
Sunlight falls tepid
The quieter I become
The further I withdraw
Fading from my own view
…
…I could have gone so much further
Could have taught myself so many things
When the world opened to me
When I could finally reach the lessons
…
Poems elusive,
poems that will never be:
tonight I mourn them
(On expression never served.)
Isn’t it funny sometimes, the things that our brain decides to retain for us, without our conscious choosing?
Our first convention, I forget the exact year but it was at least two decades ago…
“If I am worth anything later, then I’m worth something now.”
— Someone, somewhere, some time.
Simmering envy
Seeing others bravery
Fearfully, I live
Lay down your head
On foreign pillows
You spirited traveller, you!
Maya Angelou (I think?) said that every storm runs out of rain.
I was not prepared for this
Stage of life I find myself in
Things were improving with years
Until they weren’t
And my shadow form has started punching down
In ways I could never see coming
After shoving me into the ring