Tag Archives: muse

A language of birth hides in this side of me, masking that half that is vulnerable and real and too scared to let you in.

Read about responsibility we have pulled you from so we can declare you competent and liable, now that you’re behind and we can blame you for our timing. This is how we care for your well-being.

Enthusiasm gone and the need to pretend has drained away, like your hope, like your ability to keep trying.

Cover the walls with your selfish interests, resigning yourself, at last, that no family portraits will emerge to take their place.

A darker mind imagines the possible death, the tragic surprises, the unexpected interuptions. They rehearse and prepare for prevention so those of light never have to consider, and can shine their pure light a little into their shadow.

Hide the remains of a last desperate act, sealed for months, years, before daylight touches its truth, and welcome the horror such enlightenment brings.

Return to lack of sleep to prepare the day for ungrateful recipients, who stare and ask why you’re here, a question you can’t answer.

Spill some ink across the ground, soak it into soil and imagine it reforming beneath the surface into a beautiful world of words.

Flesh left abandoned and only metal left to bury in a graveyard created by one man to grieve lifetimes worth of friends and have none left to walk beside.

Throwing rocks towards your goal, hoping to reach it a little faster, feel more hopeful that it can come true. For those who come after.