there dallies a small inkling:
the power to change or withhold
the chance to fold or grow old
and never know…
although something inside
echoes
that Regret will not crow proudly
and Instinct will
remain the
truest guide.
2012
there dallies a small inkling:
the power to change or withhold
the chance to fold or grow old
and never know…
although something inside
echoes
that Regret will not crow proudly
and Instinct will
remain the
truest guide.
2012
Rest before the chaos begins…
Rest your mind.
Rest your nerves.
Rest your reservations.
Rest your doubts.
Rest and be rested.
Heal and be healed.
Thank u for being u
For when i didn’t think
You’d be there
For when I thought I
Don’t have anybody else
For when I thought I
Could do it on my own
And U agreed
For when i couldn’t figure myself out
U let me float away but U were always there to hold on tight
When I was overwhelmed by it all
For when U wanted me
But gave me the space and time
To want U back just as much
And more than ever since then
Thank U for listening when I
Thought U weren’t
Thank U for helping even
When I could have done it on my own
But it was so much better doing it together.
Thank U
May i never be ungrateful
For all U do
May i never be blind
To the love U ignite
And watch over
May we always set each other aflame
And glow brighter together.
Be my confidence
when the tide ebbs
speak through my anxiety
and remind me it will return again
maybe softly lapping at the shore
maybe thunderously crashing on the rocks
maybe only wanting to…meaning to…but just not getting the chance
maybe just trusting that i am its steady beacon and not some wayward flotsam
but assure me through the fluster
that the tide will return
however many times it may ebb
one day you’re going to catch on
step back and pause
and know your inkling was right all along
***
tainted i agree
and stained indelibly
as much as i do
to out its residue
it bleeds it bleeds
it seeps into my very being
***
don’t believe in me
i’ll only let you down
don’t profess your trust
i’ll fall prey to suspicious thoughts
don’t hold out your hand
i just may brush it away
don’t uphold me in any way
i just might drag you down with me
and so i know now
but before
i could only accumulate
reasons that were true before
and though they were not given by you
they spoke for you in your absence
until your words came to my heed
until your voice came like a soothing balm
of what you thought was true
of what you hoped i knew
but what i dared not believe
until it came from you
there dallies a small inkling:
the power to change or withhold
the chance to fold or grow old
and never know…
although something inside
echoes
that Regret will not crow proudly
and Instinct will
remain the
truest guide.