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On the Edge

where is the space
for the quite one,
is there still love
for those at the edges -
any warmth -
must every moment
be filled with action and sound,
could there be another way;

if I need space -
need room of my own -
to let my mind 
trace a path through its thoughts
am I an outlier;
am I wrong 
if these quiet moments
feed my soul;

stopping to listen
you can hear
the heartbeat of the earth,
just ask those
silent upon the fringe

A Muse

you slipped past
as I was on the brink of sleep,
you were dancing
at the edge of my mind -
you were beautiful,
graceful in your perfect movements -
I told myself
I would never forget you;
you live on
as a shadow of memory

Reckoning with Why

it is a hard thing in this life
to know yourself;
to be honest in your reckoning
about who you are
and what you value;
the truth is a frightening proposition
if your mind isn't open;

if you reject it
for not aligning 
with who you think you are,
where does the fault lie
for not becoming that dream;

the most difficult aspect of life
is understanding why,
then coming to terms with it

or bringing about change