Friday, February 24, 2012

Everytime I Reconcile

A familiar emotion
Hits at the gut
Time after time.

I thought
I had

But here it is
Once more
Never far.

Wrenching out
Once more
That silent scream.

Holding on
To the mundane
Stoic and resolute.

The only way
I know
To deal.

So ineffective. Always.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Meant to be

Sleep eludes me,
Or maybe, I resist sleep,
I cradle that thought
Into a dream-awake state.

In that slumber
I follow a path,
Never quite knowing
Where it takes me.

I seek the wilderness
To find myself,
Knowing that staying lost
Is how I was meant to be.