when all the shadows shift

𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝

lethargic, grey clouds
lie dormant
behind my eyelids.
I haven't seen clearly in days.
if I squint hard enough,
I can just make out
the flesh on my hands
and how I'm trying
(in vain)
to hold myself together
by my own strength.
spoiler: I fail.
⠀
a road like this
leads nowhere good.
you either find
hollowness
or
loneliness.
or both.
never the peace I crave.
true peace only comes
from once place,
and that place lies
above the skies.
⠀
rocky paths
claw at my feet
and I stumble.
bruises blossom
across my bones
and I swallow the pain.
it's what I do best.
swallow the pain
until there's no evidence
of bloodshed
on my tongue.
⠀
where I end up,
I know I won't stay.
home is in my heart,
not in my surroundings.
every stumble
will lead to a rise.
I just have to keep my eyes
pinned to the horizon
in the distance.
this road may lead
to nowhere good,
but I'll piece together
beauty
from the
brokenness.