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

grow

torn napkins scatter the table

quick looks towards the door

the phones are ringing

muffled consuming voices with

every conceivable idea

about how to change

but I want to grow

erasure

reading promises

in the back of notebooks

covered in dust

and lined with hope

a world gone by

music

free-falling

through noise

intrinsic sounds

capable of

empathy

of emotion

connections forged

without a word

creation

within a moment

cautionary perspective

living

in a bomb shelter

call it a

sanctuary

but that doesn’t mean

you’re not

hiding

until whole

the worlds within ourselves

to be explored

or escaped

realized

or rejected

pieces of you

scattered along

these inside places

to be collected until whole

immortality

isn’t forever

simply a notion?

what’s everlasting could be

fleeting

with perspective

i’d prefer

to live inside moments

and when they fade

so will I

inhale and unfold

return to yourself

it’s very easy

to get lost out there

fortify and restrain

bide time

count the stars

you will bloom soon

bedroom

gliding along slowly in your dimly lit bedroom

the night feels soft; the music is warm

stare in the mirror and love

shut the shades and be free

untitled

don’t worry about the bad things

i fell in love with those too