Last push
towards freedom
and a day
of exhaustion
on your own terms.
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
Last push
towards freedom
and a day
of exhaustion
on your own terms.
Discover
a secret longing
buried for years
but always waiting
to understand you.
Can you
accept it?
Offer my soul,
it’s all I have left
to prove
you are worth more
then any form
of eternity.
Message my clearance
so the next stage
can begin.
Let me understand
how to reach out
so I can settle into
moving forward.
Calculate
for the lacking
and be surprised
when more is presented,
providing room to
breathe
and shut your eyes,
letting the darkness
comfort you.
Postpone
dropping positivity
into the evidence
of the year.
Why do you hesitate?
Is the positive
that hard to
celebrate now?
Slice further
then intended
and splatter crimson
on a cloth of failure,
ending the day
on medicore
and a week of freedom
on half-complete.
Taste the bland
of the overworked
and disappoint
everyone with
half-results,
especially
yourself.
Block the path
to a sanctuary
with an attitude
of want
and cynicism.
I will not stop,
I will not
be blocked.
Breathe in honesty
and taste the salt
of the endless.
Can you produce
a happy moment
to carry
into tomorrow?