Benediction for a Mended Heart

I’ve had some ups and downs,

and I was afraid to fall.

But you answered the call.

So consumed with my innermost thoughts,

Struggling to connect the dots…

But thank you.

Because there’s a lot I’d be facing if you didn’t come through.

-N

Sable

I stand transfixed by your movements.

Paralyzed with the thought of discovery.

-N

Something This Way Blows…

It seems my time in purgatory has come to an end.

I’m drained, weak, and don’t know if I’m on the mend.

Am I human?

-N

Perspicacious

Of my time.

No longer tolerant of wasting anything that’s mine.

I need more than a tingling of the spine.

Take a seat, as I sip this wine.

-N

Thursday

I can’t share my thoughts.

Sometimes I feel ashamed of my carnal desires.

I smile to hide the tears,

I laugh to ignore the fears.

-N

Foreboding

I should be used to this.

The unknown.

The heart racing,

Hands shaking,

Fear inducing trauma,

That stops me in my tracks.

But every time it happens it feels like the first time.

-N

Organ Failure

I no longer aspire to be strong.

The world has taken advantage of that.

I’m emotionally drained.

I’m physically hurt.

I’m easily accessible and overly alert.

The war torn look shows.

Yet, I still compose.

-N

Enervated

…With reason,

Yet I’m too tired to elaborate.

Huh.

A writer exhausted to the point of silent thoughts.

I guess miracles really do happen.

-N

Birthday

It’s funny how a year can change you.

Your outlook on people, places and circumstances shift.

The hope you had, the love you hoped for, the-

Yeah.

I love birthdays.

Simply because I’ve grown wiser and hopefully stronger.

Because even though I struggled, I persevered enough to see another year.

That in itself is a win.

I’ve finally gotten to a point where I have no expectations from people.

And since then I’ve become the happiest, simply because I control the outcome.

This is such a liberating feeling that I-

Yeah.

-N

Narcoleptic

My eyesight is weak.

Littered with tears and scratches.

My heart is heavy, and tight.

Filled to the brim with spite.

My dreams didn’t come true.

The prince never came,

Instead of fair-game I became framed.

I was held back by choices.

I should’ve ignored those voices…

Honestly, the pills look inviting,

The black abyss seems a peaceful existence.

I should take my pleasure in the unknown void.

Isn’t that what we search for anyway? Peace and quiet?

Maybe I should skip to the end to avoid the constant pain,

Pay for the arraign I have surely obtained.

-N