Pumpkin

I fear that if I don’t go to bed before midnight, I might become a pumpkin

I worry only about change I cannot change

Anxious for nothing, I ponder the reasons I fall to deep emotion

Balance is sometimes hard to attain

The cliff of same before me, something sacred this way comes

Freedom from the ashes of the past

Beginning again each day the death of me in pursuit of the life I seek to live

Wrap me up sweet comforter; I need your arms tonight.

In Light of Argument

Brush back the tears I thought had dried

Slowly bound by in between

Is there a riddle to things behind unlocking the scars in me?

Tonight I’m yarn knotted to nonsense, twisted aimlessly behind the noise that screams behind your eyes

 

A promise I believe will hold me pounding steady rhythms on my aching feet

Foundation to calm the poisons from my past that sneak up to persuade me to believe the lie again

I am the constant variable

You are not dependent on the stagger of my wasted emotion

 

Then your lips press to close tightly like a vice that seeks to express the air from these, my infant lungs

The hose that feeds me sustenance pinched before you and I’m not sure you even notice

 

I’ll wake tomorrow and see that it was all a dream

My heart will lift with the sweetness and calm of morning

But tonight, I’ll exchange the tears that attempt to fall for the letters joined in sequence on this page.

Maybe that’s enough…