Dream - Kirokaze
“You have power over your mind - not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength.”
— Marcus Aurelius, Meditations (via coral)
The way my skin wraps my bones
Brittle branches breaking, bearing
The weight of the coming months
A dejected farewell to the fairy tale
Of open doors and open eyes, a sky
Soft like summer kisses growing
Wistful as the doors slam shut, a shell
Of silence draped, a soundproof
Room, I am clenched into a grimace
Trapped by hair and time and the
Edges shredding in the firelight
Golden glow glides away
You do and you will continue to make a difference in this world. What this can’t involve, however, is the neglectance of yourself and your own wellbeing.
Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin
I was in the grips
Of winter blues today
They made it so difficult for me
To get out of my bed
Without filling my eyes
with tears of an agonising pain
Deep within my chest
I tried to resist
I tried to fight
But their wintry hold was skin tight
And it’s concentrated bitterness
was seeping into my bones and nerves slowly
But before i was about to sink and give up
And began mumbling silent prayers
for my last few moments on earth
I thankfully saw the reason behind
My drastically deteriorating condition
The heinous culprit was sitting right by my side
Not very far away from my eyes
In the form of a bullet like hole
at the bottom of my window
Which i had forgotton to seal yesterday
From where cold air was
treacherously leaking
And giving me a gut-wrenching pain
These Days
These days
Are short in number
From the time
Our minds can
Realize
All worry
Is a wasted effort
Which hastens
Nothing
But pain
Despite
How hearts can change
Over spans
Of years
Turning decades
Into journeys
Riddled with failure
That is purpose
Taking
Its toll
From balance
Playing our parts
As agony learns
What we witness
Is sacrifice
Making us
Better
To admire
Death
As a whole
Like deer
Within endless woods
Quiet
Content to be waiting
For their hunter
Bound
To be killing
Such fragile
Souls
That are weak
Upon faith
With gentle hooves
Among leaves
So fallen
And desparate
To be one
With this ground
Below them
As they struggle
Through colorful bliss
Proving
Hurt doesn’t end
As loss
Is a season
Grieving
Where beauty
Is cyclically
Fated
By nature
Alive but brief.
- J. Pigno
alienshifter