Tag Archives: muse

A day to face what you’ve been dreading, hoping for a good result so you can see what happens next. Either way life will become a little more clear.

Confess a hurt to an important person and feel lighter, ready to face grief fow what it is and not a hidden secret. I lost you before I met you, but you still existed.

Familiar songs of delight try to stir a phantom happiness, an unknown smile settles. You begin to believe everything might be okay.

Muster up your seasonal joy but stare into a void of empty reserves, still too raw with loss to pretend the absence isn’t always standing at your back and breathing on your neck.

Excitement getting closer, but the lack of anticipation doesn’t even alarm you. You’re just too tired to try.

Peace at last within your deepest fear, time has changed you and there’s no going back to carefree moments where anything was possible and you had the optimisn to believe in miracles.

A world of darkness sets a perimeter of safety, able to smile within its walls, but still you wander to its edge time and time again.

My worth has been written but no one took the time to read it, now they make assumptions of their own and I am too hurt to shove the pages of my story for them to finally see.

Hear a whisper in the darkness and follow with a reckless longing, desperate to understand how to live now with no sight and no solid comfort sheltering your side.

Glimpse a person’s journey ahead of yours, having shared the same pain. Now they have found their happy start, and the hope for yours has rekindled.