This day is ending:
Everything is in its place
And you’re all still here
~ 11:00 p.m.
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This day is ending:
Everything is in its place
And you’re all still here
~ 11:00 p.m.
Emboldened by past success,
I stand firm but unfrozen when I see it.
If it wakes, will it give chase?
Will it toy with me, or pursue to kill?
The quiet peace brings forth
The familiar forest sounds that soothe:
The wind that makes it to the branches,
The birds chirping for each other,
The rustling of hungry deer in the brush.
…
She’s dizzy, weak
She’s heavily wounded
Yet miraculously she stands
On shaking legs
Spitting bitter iron
Coughing, dazed, stumbling
With broken bones
Into arms of those who came
To her when she needed them most
The wet sand that cushioned her
When she fell so far
The sun that hid from her
In the cobblestone square
The moon that couldn’t find her
Sitting at her warm table
The snow that didn’t touch her
But saw her through that window
And the friend who could read her
Who could hear and see right through her
May be the only ones who really
Know her stories
Maybe that’s enough
After all, as this new day ends
She’s still standing
December 5, 2024
12:15 a.m.
A Daydream Aggressive
A Daydream Decisive
A Daydream Gently Ending
When I met you yesterday, T.
I sat with you for some time
Just listening
From the very beginning
You were precious
Eyes boring into mine
You were so animated, so excited
The more you talked
Realizing someone was listening
Really listening to you
…
In the centre of some distant stone village
She sits cross-legged in the cobblestone square…
Some night last week, I had a dream that I can very vaguely remember just a tiny bit of. I dreamed that I admitted myself to a mental health care institution of some sort.
… With many computers… and cats.
The moon is so bright in the early sky!
My breath comes easily,
My body feels a little lighter and moves easily on command.
The horizon lightens as I run,
Run, run, run,
Then run some more, faster this time.
The strings and melodies can reach me.
The bass and drums, the rhythm, push my cadence.
They touch the beast inside, placating it,
Soothing it and me.
Words from friends and allies ring true again.
The illusion of falsehood dissipates.
This is how I know that today is a day for relief,
That today is a day when I belong here again!
October 18, 2024
Treasures both
Precious and rare