burning to begin where was the end start now there'll be no better place - no better time - all is chaos nothing stands still there is no perfect sequence there is the here there is the now this moment is the guarantee don't lose it waiting for tomorrow
Category: Poetry
A Brief Reprieve
the weight is lifted, the unease remains, this is how life unfolds: always teetering on the brink of euphoric joys and crushing sadness, we must live in the middle - balancing on the knife-edge - not seeing the future, but being prepared for what may come, never leaning too far into joy nor sorrow, we must keep on always, keep on
Future Days
how much darker will the days grow, when might we find the dawn of a new beginning; hope is a gossamer thread and our hands are blunt instruments, clinging in desperation, we beg a sign, for the light we see is a confusion of potentialities, and we hunger for substance - it can't all come from within - something to reward our faith, that better days lie ahead