A poem about how the world changes.

This poem is a quiet companion to the passing years (mine especially) It listens to the way time wears us down without noise or ceremony It speaks to the soft damage we carry and the beauty that survives it A reflection on how the soul frays, not because it is weak But because it stayed open long enough to feel everything. I know a lot of us feel this way sometimes... There is always a way out. A way to the light.

For every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every person that is consumed by their own thoughts, the derision from the outside world only making it worse. For every soul that was drowning in remorse and anguish on restless nights. For every soul that says I love you in the dark and in the mirror because no one else does. For the floors we would pace while anxiety sunk its teeth into us. For the mirrors that we would break while shame echoed its laugh in our caged walls. For the hearts that would ache while loneliness was the only company. For every moment of pain and solitude in this world that feels too cruel for such young and frail minds.

3 sets of Haiku. Iv not written anything on here for a long while..just dealing with stuff, but now Ill beback. If you follow or comment, I'll always reciprocate...