deeper than words

what once felt so vivid
now left with scars,
and the occasional dream.

creativity flourishes
in finding order
within the chaos

at all costs,
no compromises,
no excuses accepted.
—
never the pursuit of happiness;
just the temporary
relief from uncertainty.

losing,
what was never yours to begin with.
the story is only as good
as the villain.

I look at you,
and time is never enough.
in the meantime
you’re growing up in front of me,
knowing all that you will be.

burn the words
written in these books.
lessons already learned,
nothing left.

can’t seem to quiet
the voice in my mind.
the one that
makes me wonder
if I did good or bad
or if it could have went better.
so when you see me stare
at a point in space
touch my face
let me feel your warmth.
because, if you ask what
I am thinking about,
of course, the answer will be
“nothing”.

the pain
fighting for control,
powerless in the moment.
—
patiently waiting
for perceived clarity,
in what has yet to come.

path uncertain,
guided by the
faintest of lights.

things happen,
as they should.
meant to be.