strengths

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

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