In the aftermath of the battle,
peace is woven with loose threads between embraces and kind words…
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In the aftermath of the battle,
peace is woven with loose threads between embraces and kind words…
This war will only quit when I do. It’ll only fall still when my heart insists on the same.
I left my shoes behind when my feet got stuck in the asphalt
I had to leave them behind when I walked right into this mess that I didn’t see
Clear tides are hiding nothing tonight
Swirling about my feet
Rising past my ankles
Then tickling my knees
Slowly
…
I’m supposed to go home
But it’s so much work
It’s so far upstream
And I’m already so tired
…
A little more time
A pause
Life on hold
Pause, pause, pause
Many breaths
With enough breaths
A day has passed
And death is once again
As it should be
Reviled
September 1 – 4, 2025
Often, we just need to wait it out.
I wake shaken:
Dreams of battle and travel
For the second time
once
August 23, 2025
Every success, invigorating;
Every hug, affirming…
…While I have not lived your life
I have lived mine
And mine has lead me to exactly who I am today…
Ocean of thoughts crushes under its depths
Thoughts intrude from the inside but almost as if from others
I know they can’t live without me
But, in their insistence on return, it seems
I can’t live without them, either