Every day
Brings new joys, new pains, new trials, and new reliefs.
The tide goes in.
The tide goes out.
Every year
Ushers in eras and phases
Temporary, yet they matter.
How like humans to think that we're forever
When we are in fact the opposite.
We are the cycle of the moon
The birth of a butterfly
A kiss on the lips of a familiar stranger.
The tide goes in.
The tide goes out.
The world is spinning
Out into the vast universe
And stars are forming galaxies
And the cosmos is expanding
And every person is aching to be understood
we are
So
Small.
And our fragile hearts tether themselves to each other
Clinging to something too big to fathom
Is it real?
Is any of this?
And yet
Everything and nothing changes.
Like the tide.
YOU ARE READING
poems from the darkroom
PoetryI can't always say how I feel, but collecting poems from the corners of my brain and the millions of half-full notebooks makes me feel a little better. I hope you can relate to them, or at least be distracted from life for a moment :)
