So much weight, the back bends.
Pressure pushing deeper down,
deeper into the ground. Without
this weight, what needed to be,
could have been done with
more energy, more life left.
But burdens meant to bury stay
until they break the will, prodding, poking,
eviscerating everything, so all that
remains is the sound
of animals languishing in loss, and a heart
full of fear, judgement, and betrayal.
We stood in front of an encompassing pool,
blue and beautiful.
The path to the water’s center,
a platform for our confessions and truths
while liquid remained, bubbles cascading.
At once, we jumped in, forgetting
everything, becoming what we used to be
before the sorrow seeped through.
When you think it can’t,
that it won’t come
with nothing in sight,
just night in front of you,
it do, it do come through,
the smallest strand
of light in darkness
just barely enough
to see you through.
I look up crookedly, just a bum on the street,
but I can still see the things you don’t think
I can see – the steps you take, the role you play
the stride with which you walk
makes its way deep into the recesses of my heart,
out through every tear, every drop,
the liquid filled with lore and longing,
and as long as I have eyes, which can offer
love at first sight, the greatest gift
a human soul can give, even when crouched
down on the ground, staring without a sound,
I give you the only thing I have to give – LOVE.
Fairies and fireflies, a neon garden of delight,
a spinning vortex circling till the end of time.
How my youth was wasted by all the stupid rules
as admins laughed while I stood nodding like a fool.
In the battlefield of right and wrong,
matters not whose weak, whose strong.
Truth has its own strength,
tougher than ignominy, harder than steel.