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
Tag: poetry
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