Recently...
Everything is reliant on you.
My every thought is utterly dependent,
unable to lead itself down the path of joy.
Hands grabbing at your promised ample opportunity.
Patiently waiting to be released from your derisive grip-
My patience is beginning to lose its patience.
My fears re-visit me, your presence daunting,
all because of the people wanting-
"What's mine is yours," a term used for temporary adore-
its lack of charity is seen as heedless.
Those dearest brimming with abhor.
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The time is arriving with hast
like it has no time to waste
With such hurried manner,
the uneasiness fueling my anxiety.
Yet something halts me,
adding grips to the slope just before I fall.
I sit at the edge watching it,
almost like I have no time to waste.
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Warmth hits my skin like a soft gasp,
barely escaping the lips that hold it.
The crisp feeling of the morning sun
against my skin riddled with bumps of the goose.
Laughter bubbles in my stomach,
and just before it reaches the brim it stops.
Encaptures by all that is good,
nearly forgetting to spill its way out at all.
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Rediscovering joy is a gentle feeling.
My skin warming up as hot as hot cocoa
on a cold winters day,
after a long day of laughs and play.
When hurt burns at that feeling until nothing is left,
it finds me once more knowing it's destination
without an instruction in its sight.
I welcome it almost as warmly as it greeted me,
an everlasting cycle until the tides prove still.
Named as indestructible for it's ability to penetrate
through a heart of ice or shield,
with a goal to rebuild what's lost its meaning.
