#195
What’s this then?
These feelings,
these thoughts?
At this time?
At this juncture?
Of all the times
it had to be at the most inconvenient?
It couldn’t wait,
until things were just right,
until i was ready,
until, until, until…
#196
And out with it.
Out with the day,
out with the storm,
out with the night,
out with the Sun.
While it may not even out
lets at least have it out in the open,
i’m in,
let’s move forward.
#197
There is a pain i feel
when it’s not perfect.
When i mess up,
or misperform
in front of those that
i cherish
and admire.
It’s not an ego thing,
it’s not that it’s painful that they see me fail
the cut comes
from wasting their time,
wasting the moment,
wasting a potential gift
to make their day shine a little brighter
to make a memory they may hold a little closer
when the darker hours arrive.
It frustrates me.
i frustrate me.
#198
When i reach for the past
and long for easier days
what i remember,
what i see,
is sunshine.
Gentle rays, on the back of my eyelids
the smells of cut grass
and last drops of damp dew against my back
i feel my arm draped across my face
and the warm glow across my body
a cool breeze dancing below my nose,
i don’t know where i was
but i remember it happening often
in backyards
and parks
around the globe.
It’s not the physical place i ache for,
not where my head rested
but where it was,
the ease,
the peace,
resting,
somewhere in that lost garden.
#199
It’s often important
to remind myself
that the only way
to reach
impossible heights
is to scale overwhelming walls.
#200
i used to think
i’d fallen in love
a handful of times,
i used to pity others,
friends, family,
doubting they knew
the depths of euphoric compassion,
awe, and gratitude i had held for others,
but i now, since holding you i know
that i’ve known nothing,
that i have been comparing ponds to sinks,
unaware of the endless abyss
in the ocean of love, oh too pale a word,
in which i flounder within now,
unbothered by the absences of shorelines,
unconfined,
and returned,
home,
to a unknowable depth
from which we all arose from.
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-Mr. Write