Leaning in to find

leaning in to find

Often late at night

heart blurts out

words impossible to rhyme

as I lean in to find

an aura of me

one that ignites like stars

on a sleepless night

when each thought burns bright

often more than can be formed

to comprehend until

morning shines again.

Waking to find

traces of where I’ve been

often reveals despair

removed by scribbling down

hazy tunnels of gloom

rhyming none the less

with a rhythm of

internal love.

At the edge of failure

at the edge of failure

Don’t go there, ever

at the edge of failure

it’s too harsh to contemplate

with thoughts besieged

in darkness deciding

which path to take

alone.

At the edge of failure

pause

shake off fleas

that became irritating along the way

look within

see

the beauty of

you.

Waiting

waiting

 

Waiting

as another storm fades

light is waiting

to brighten eyes in search of

more than what’s been seen

past few days

in darkness, thinking

too damn much about

all the raindrops, lightening strikes

that imposed a sanctuary of

bleakness, not to mention

written emotions.

Waiting to finish those emotions

that kept a heart open

now closed

self-imposed.