As time goes by
I hear the trees creaking old with age
And I think to myself
Am I on a shelf?
...
What a thought it is
That we hide our faces when we cry
Shouldn’t be ashamed
Shouldn’t be hesitant
...
What a feeling it is to be proud
To tip toe on the faint line between arrogance and accomplishment
To wonder if it is by your own efforts
Or Grand design
...
Pain will sound
deeply, boldly, and deafeningly
from every corner of your being;
Which is why it is absolutely detrimental
...
We are creatures.
Ruled by love,
tarnished by pain,
and polished by others.
...
I look back
Finding myself underneath its three lengths
The damn thing wore me out
It was a heavy burden, believed
...
Introvert
As time goes by
I hear the trees creaking old with age
And I think to myself
Am I on a shelf?
Or locked away in a cage?
Am I causing it all,
Or causing just some?
Is my pain by fault of my own?
Then someone opens their mouth,
And things go south,
And then I go on home.