I’ve always thought adaptability was a strength of mine
lately, I wonder what recognizing yourself looks like
where those pieces of me ended up
and if I want them back or not
Tag: micropoem
erasure
reading promises
in the back of notebooks
covered in dust
and lined with hope
a world gone by
rain
the rain came
to rinse and repeat
born again
and again
when do things change?
another setting sun
on the same horizon
seen through a cracked window
music
free-falling
through noise
intrinsic sounds
capable of
empathy
of emotion
connections forged
without a word
creation
within a moment
adapt
that light’s been out for months
i’ve been trying to
differentiate
between my surroundings
without it’s gentle glow
but lately
I’ve found it easier
to see in the dark
create
imagined reality
released
realized
the dust
from dark corners
swept into piles
turned into sculpture
impart yourself
add to the noise
until you hear music
looming
blankets of shadow
looming
impending
inevitable
float away with the storm
home awaits, patiently
illuminated by the sun
that you’d forgotten
thickets and thorns
inescapable mechanisms
the trodden trails
confined by thickets and thorns
creativity
in templates
in guidelines
realization
lies outside boundaries
harness
there’s a
force
behind life
cyclical, immutable
something always
rises
from another’s
end
cautionary perspective
living
in a bomb shelter
call it a
sanctuary
but that doesn’t mean
you’re not
hiding
