Beyond chaos,
Distant from noise.
Dusk dulls the edges,
A lone star gives light.
A close. Some silence.
An evaluation here and there.
Anticipation and apprehension in parts,
What brings tomorrow?
Rest now though.
Let the day go.
It’s not an end.
Just a pause on the bend.
Remember the graceful goodbye,
The staunchly shining star.
You decide your tomorrow,
You carve your path.
Source: Be A Staunch Star
Let light through
Rainbows will follow.
Half empty
Half full
Or hollow.
Where do the stray pieces go?
The ones that don’t make it to the fore?
The ones who barely scrape through,
Between the shackles of life?
Those who escape sweeping brooms
Who fall off trucks in darkness and gloom?
Others still who get blown away
Those scraps of paper that fall away
Spare buttons that fall off
The post its with hearts
The fallen leaves of autumn that flit aside
Do they find their whole?
The lines they missed
A way to get through
Do they perish un-claimed
Or huddle in crevices staring away
Watch the world go by
Or do they find their groove.
Their light
Their flight.
Their places of delight.
Leaden skies.
Birds flung about.
Trees bent double with the weight.
Water cascading faster than it can be drained.
A heavy heart.
Incapable of speech.
Unable even to scream in agony.
Scattered thoughts.
Overwrought.
Craving release.
Staring eyes.
Dry eyed and blank.
Unseeing.
Yearning to shed.
The being seeks oblivion.
Solace from constant endurance.
Fatigued with incessant hurt.
Longs to heal.
Longs to be whole.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.
Leonard Cohen
White.
Bright skies.
Radiance.
White.
Touches at a temple.
Crisp cuffs and a collar.
Dignity.
White.
A moonlit night.
Magic.
White.
Daisies in a patch.
Innocence.
White.
Waves in a river.
Turbulence.
White.
Surrounding a yolk.
Delicious.
White.
Rolling cotton.
Gentle.
White.
A polished diamond.
Strong.
White.
A pearl.
Luminous.
White.
All the colours.
United.
White.
An end.A beginning.
A blank page to write.
White.
Calm.Neutral.
Insight.
White.
Happiness.
A respite.
Sad skies.
Blurred eyes.
A questioning soul.
Why does it hurt so?
This burdensome journey of life.
When does one breathe?
And say-I belong too.
When can one just be?
And be accepted for being me.
When does the path say,
It’ll be easier now.
Sunset on silica.
Sunfeast for the eye.
Soulless facades.
Brought alive.
Preying in a loop,
Thoughts.
Not a standstill.
Not at a pace.
In a dull stare of despair.
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