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?
I’m holding on to you,
My dear,
I’ll never let you go.
But what if space
Is what I need? I may be
Here, physically,
But my presence isn’t present.
I love you
Don’t you love me?
Yes, but I
Love myself more.
Time has progressed
But no wounds have healed
The pain that was hidden
Comes with a vengeance
Twisting needles in your spine
Twisting
And twisting
While you wither away
And slowly disintegrate
Until finally
You no longer
Exist.
Steam
Comes with
Passion
Friction
Heat
To fuel
Create
Give life
Motion
But what happens
When it runs out?
My whole body
Aches and yearns
As I drag myself
Through the day.
Muscles screaming,
Eyes protesting,
And my mind elsewhere.
I slur
And I stumble
Until finally,
I can sit
Be still
And rest.