You taught me how to dance when I had never once saw past the debris left behind from discontent. Now standing here proud with my brand new edition of freshly formed weal, I think to myself still smirking.
Even while I rise
my emotions come around —
like winter season.
Really cool painting by Emilie Heurt.
Passing by goes news today
Early mornings debris dust
Another distant heart goes out
Captured by the need to think
Everyday peace redefined
For what it’s worth I do not know
Ushered in; no time for doubt
Led a stray, no getting out
What is this huge lonely garden we call home
How did it become so full of thorns, tell me?
Or maybe it’s the stings of wasps that I feel
Attempting to wake me from this deep slumber
My inclination that this is just a dream
Intruders display true nature of nightmares