Tag Archives: muse

Wrestle towards the chance to cocoon into warmth, away from familiar and security but a beginning of a stand for yourself.

Sneak through danger, bush of concealment lures you into false confidence so the end is swift, full of pain and regret.

The ranting field whose intentions never begin with anger, but emotions breeze into the air and lift away, leaving lighter hearts and smoother brows.

Jump into darkness then retreat and calculate a new way to understand, will it work?

The empty space did not respawn a final moment, and so you stand alone, the choice to begin again or stagger on with the path dark and gone.

Fall into the hole I have trapped myself and awaken my instinct to protect what I’ve already lost, but what else do I have left?

Count the months of change and describe a hope of solutions that will make it all worth it and give the biggest change of all.

Weasel in some guilt to sway the outcome and take advantage of the luxuries now at your disposal, just like in childhood their emotions are not a factor.

Dread a day of learning, teaching with no time and expecting feedback of disappointment. A sigh of relief at the absence even as you struggle alone.