Stare at the walls
The floor is in motion
This is where we make our stand
The doors are the gates
Portals to a world that’s crashing
We had the strength to move the mountains
We let them eat it all away
I’ve got to get a hold of my self
I can’t keep screaming into the pillow
Paranoia creeps its way into my mind
Somewhere
I’ll find my heart
The beating of the pulse
The burning in my lungs
Escaping breaths
Come swiftly, rest
My art isn’t inspiring
I’ve tried that
It isn’t me
My hands shake
Most of the time
From negative thought
Do I write for catharsis?
Or is it wallowing?
Are those any different?
I try to stay positive
But my writing turns dark
Like an unwanted sunset
Though sunsets are often beautiful
I have no words
When I feel this way
Sadness and angst
From you and for you
My hands go numb
When I allow my heart
To take the journey back
Towards the start of this road
I can’t forget the finale
The unwinding of the story
A frayed and tattered end
I can’t forget the future
Threads divorced from tapestry
Allowed to weave again
When a droplet of reality
Disturbs these glasslike waters
The entire surface dances
Shaken from peace to turmoil
Awakening from slumber
Is that ever a negative?
For better or for worse
You’re made alive
Quickened to moving and breathing
From stagnation to stirring
Given new vistas
New ways to view what’s old
Rekindled from long-cold coals
I’ve met the lonely soul
The face of a stranger
In my own eyes
It’s only in the rippled view
That I see myself clearly
For who I am
Rather than who she made me
That water of life
Is of my own making
You wanted me in totality
The stuff of your dreams
Untainted by my reality
Where I could only offer bite sized pieces
I wanted you in quiet moments
When the edge wore off
And my nerves weren’t firing
On all the wrong cylinders
We wanted something
Bigger than ourselves
Somehow we got it
Two beautiful faces
A glimmering future
Staring into the gale
Of me
Is something I avoid myself
But I’m grateful for your prying eyes
Feeling the tension of the day
Inside
Is something I’ve learned to ignore
It’s a thunderous roar in here
I clench my jaw
As the world turns
Is there respite?
Is there grace for the weary?
Is there strength for the weak?
Or is it all myth?
Is myth as powerful as truth?
Is truth more the power of an idea
Than its accuracy?
The outcome of a belief
More than that belief’s validity?
One can have knowledge
Of the machinery of the universe
But do they possess truth?
Does that knowledge inspire?
Is truth really just inspiration?
I’m like the quantum
Only constant
When you’re searching
When you need me
It’s physics
The way you come and go
Gravitational waves
And I’m the airless space
I needed you
Your voice was lost in the singularity
That void left after the nova
I’ll voyage by the light of my own stars
Another can map the celestial freckles
On your face
Today I drove by the house
Where I first lived with her
The house that love built
And labored through
Before love left
Today I drove by the parking lot
Where my grandmother
Spoke her final words
Laughed her final laughs
Before she left
Tomorrow could define
The places I sat today
As meaningful or empty
When today leaves
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