Time to make rhymes,
and half rhymes,
about the things
that make me sigh
and light up my eyes.
Moments at dawn,
on a stranger’s lawn,
seeing things
that are not there.
Though I could have sworn
I saw
a shape with garments torn.
Leering from the past,
or the future?
Undoing my sutures.
Despite its presence,
it convinced me I was alone,
put cold in every bone.
Froze my tone
as I whispered to myself,
above the whipping breeze,
all the plans I had sewn
would hold tight.
A moment later
it was they might.
Then, they wouldn’t last the night.
Gee, it’s easy to scare me.
Put a music video on the TV,
murmur dark themes in my ear,
tell me secrets I don’t want to hear.
Celebrate the end of a year.
Stand me on a cliff
and tell me it’s better not to lift
off.
The landing has always been soft,
yet ever in view of the places I would break.
Now I’m in the clear
and you’ll never be mine to take
but I’d like to think
you’ll let me make it work.
You choose what’s good for your sake
and I’m happy to follow.
I feel less hollow
and less again tomorrow.
Something’s unfolding,
like a sapling learning
To keep growing.
I just need to find a way to keep holding
onto this.
There have been things I’ve missed
by choosing to wander through mist.
But it’s a good place
to go at my own pace.
And no one sees if I’ve misplaced
a thought
or not tied up my shoelace.
If they don’t see me stumble
trying to stay humble
then it’s easier not to crumble.
Am I nearing the peak
of what life means?
Around the corner
I can see everything I want
and have wanted to keep.
Is it deep?
Once I fill it up
will it seep away?
I hope it doesn’t go that way.
All we can do is try.
Things will work out
because hope is strong
and our will’s are stronger.
Once you realise there’s no reason not to be happy,
boy does a good feeling last longer.