Papers-
Papers everywhere-
Thoughts unfinished
Questions unanswered
Stories told
Or not.
I’ve spun so many tales
Shared so many lives
With myself
In the confines of my own haven.
But these words
Stories
Papers-
Papers everywhere-
Mean nothing
If these stories go untold.
Exhausted with potential interests
I bury myself deep
Layers upon layers of comfort
Holding me back from exploring.
A fire burns within me
But my cold emotions seek solace.
Envy’s seeds are planted within,
A hint that spring is coming.
How do I plant seeds of hope instead?
I want to change along with the seasons
But what can I do
To break free from old habits
To explore new possibilities
And to find myself whole?
Isn’t it amazing
How the simplicity
Of water
Falling
Has the ability to
Purify the transgressions of the world
And set our minds at ease
To start anew?
The act of falling-
A devastating blow-
Occurs before we build
Ourselves back up.
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Vocals and vibrations
Timbres, tones, tunes
Singing songs
Incorporating instruments
To create the sounds
That whisper sonnets in the air
Healing the hearts of broken lovers
And curing loneliness through the creation
Of a unity of individuals.