Barely awake with tangled thoughts
around hurt
around pain
reaching around
for the energy of presence
Author: lteston
Awaiting Spring
Monsters
A viral want whisked into conflicted reality
some stop.
Each moment boiling over into another hot space
guarded by an other,
while hate drives quick breaths unintentionally
feeding a monster.
Bloom.
Success
Alone
seemingly above it all
success
radiates like heat
upward
then
into the burden of the soul
Alone.
reach
The heart grows tender only in the dark places of pain and loss
where seeds of anger die too slowly
but then reach
for the hope of rebirth
for the delicate touch of light
for a healing shower of grace and love
Poised
Tasting the starched fullness of expectation
I die poisoned by the truth of being
always less than
always not enough
always me.
