Grew Up

An awkward kid

A small clique of friends,

Made me feel accepted

 

Teenage years a wreck

Drifting between groups

Never really in, or out

 

Work came and went

Ambition higher than

My need for community

 

Everyone left in the dust

No one there at my lowest point

A nightmare of my own design

 

Buried in the dark, damp soil

I began to evolve

Straining for a light I had yet to accept

 

Breaking through to a new life

Reestablishing lost connections

Finally accepting who I am

 

I am not a sympathetic character

Sure, I’ve loved, lost, felt and cried

But I’ve also hurt, ran, pushed away and lied

 

I’m just thankful for the life I’ve lived

Every good, bad; high and low

I wouldn’t be who I am without it 

~

Photo by Michel Catalisano on Unsplash

Shutdown

It begins in the well

Liquid turning to gas

Fully evaporated 

Bone dry

 

The flowers begin to wilt

Dying of thirst

It’s only source of sustenance

Lost in the night

 

Finally, the soul becomes restless

With no water to refresh

And no plant to nourish

The hunt grows sparse

 

And so, cornered

Blade dull from disuse

The soul shuts down

Unable to fight any longer

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Photo by Christopher Sardegna on Unsplash

Labyrinth​

Torch extinguished

But I’ve been here before

Hello, darkness

My old friend

In the beginning,

I tried to turn back

When that failed,

I pushed onward

Scraping the walls

Feeling my way toward salvation

But now…

Now I walk confidently

Unafraid of the path ahead

I may be in the labyrinth

But I’m retracing my steps

~

Photo by Linus Sandvide on Unsplash