Missing

Tomorrow is a glass half full. Tonight is a memory. I exhale with baited breath to find myself on my knees. And I know it's "worth it" if I die another day. And I know there's purpose in the things I choose not to say. But it was you and me against the world until … Continue reading Missing

Light

Light, flooding in like waves of brightness exposing, revealing all my doubts, all my fears The ones I never realize I have until I'm paralyzed Then I'm caught in the aftermath, thankful for the wreckage, wondering when I looked away in the first place. So I wait silently as the light travels, Moves through me … Continue reading Light