My Own

The lines I drew were never quite clear,

I always attempted to trace,

It wasn’t until I gave up hope

That I arrived in the right place.

 

See, I had tried so hard to replicate

All I had seen before

Unaware of how that idea shrunk me

And kept me from opening the right doors.

 

I stand before this corridor of passageways

Still unsure which one to choose,

However, I know not to follow another

For I have nothing to lose.

 

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February

How fortunate we are to awaken each day

And paint our reality through the eternal disarray.

A new month upon us,

Fresh wishes to be had,

Lend out your heart,

And for that, you’ll be glad.

Thank You

I hear you murmuring

at the most unexpected of times

riddling my mind with humor

and assuring me that it’s fine.

I don’t get caught up anymore

I’m not lost on my own

I am learning day by day

through what I have been shown.

Thank you for your counsel

For the lessons and strain

I trust in this process

And won’t use what I’ve learned

In Vain.

Ghosts

I have accepted this apparition

That seems to have made a home in and around me.

It was once more of a poltergeist,

Quick, clumsy, rude, and powerful

Beyond belief.

No longer terrified, I look to it

As more of a friend, a confidant.

I share my secrets,

I welcome it in,

I stare it in the eyes,

well-knowing it will not win.