Tag Archives: muse

Broken to sharpen edges and cutting into the soft inside no one can witness but still the pain is there, growing with each movement.

Remember the euphoria of activity, gentle jog clearing the soul and bringing positivity back for a future that could still be happy.

Double up to disguise the absence of help, the action now second nature that, when it’s not needed, that’s when you feel the shock.

Awkward silences and meaningful glances, waiting for you to open up and confess your pain, the pain they all know about but daren’t mention, and you wish it would all be erased.

Relinquish me from loss as a thousand eyes watch me fail over and over, but stubbornness will win as I return over and over and over.

My heart in an object will bring it to life and authenticate my feelings that still exist and keep the dead alive, that keep them with me.

Contact from the past to remind you of before and coax you back into the familiar routine, reminding you life will continue and you will survive this.

Fill your body with thoughts of obesity, tricking shame to combat hunger and the craving of comfort.

Syringe grass and hay and remind your gut to move and twitch your face to life. There’s ears to clean, indignation to stomp at, so remember to eat and look adorable.

The white snow of spring flutters in the air for youthful hands to grasp at, wondering why it’s not cold. Settle on the grass and heal the heart of those finally venturing out, hoping to start again.