12 03 2013

These days,
I find myself adjusting
to a new schedule &
routine of sorts.
I find myself exhausted
sitting hunched over
in the early evenings.
Face buried;
silent tears pouring out
and still unsure in the dark.
The silence
swallows my cries.
The darkness echoes
the weight of what
my flesh and bones
tend to carry.

The new
beats down on me
like the sun
beating down on a
dry body
walking silently
through the desert.

I feel misunderstood
I feel I tend to choose
my ways,
and there’s no need to
look to the right
or the left
or back
or even forward.

Just. Step.




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