Inner Renovations, Poetry & Musings

change.

Today, the sky is different.

The clouds drift in a curious way.

My steps are the same, but the ground feels unfamiliar.

I wonder if there is something waiting for me.

Unidentifiable feelings fill the space around my heart.

Undefined thoughts skip about my mind.

Around me there is calm.

The kind that precedes the storm.

I have nothing with me, but my faith.

Whatever comes, this will be enough.

I do not fear not knowing.

Change is life.

Inner Renovations, Poetry & Musings

youth.

It was under there the whole time.

I took it for dead, not looking past the wooden casing that symbolized

that its work had been done, its battle had been won. But not the war.

Maybe a part of me wanted it to be over, to lay it to rest.

I was exhausted and so was my youth.

But no sooner had I made peace with our last days together,

did the thunder clap a rhythm that brought us back to life

like a cosmic defibrillator.

It wasn’t over. There was still more to love. Still more to war.

I’ll mistake you for dead again, my youth.

I’ll believe the murmuring of the crowd and the mirror’s lies,

long enough to accept it as truth.

But you won’t let me.

For another hundred years tiny rocks will sneak into my sandals

as my calves ache and my thighs burn from the climb.

And you’ll tell me that I love it.

I’ll vehemently deny you, and bury you

and attempt to prove that I can’t take another step.

Until I am waking up to us dancing to that eternal rhythm,

telling you that I love it.

Grateful that you are always there.

Inner Renovations, Poetry & Musings

careful.

yesterday I wouldn’t have thought twice

about what you thought of me.

but it seems I’ve grown a concern of some sort.

one that inspires reflection on my words

and examination of my thoughts.

concern about how our interactions affect you.

you see, I do care.

regardless of what I say, or what it seems.

I do care.

Inner Renovations, Poetry & Musings

dismount.

the saddle became uncomfortable.

ride was long, not to mention lonely.

and the beast itself constantly needed to be fed.

I never arrived where I was going

and it was hard to smell the flowers with my nose up in the air.

so I swung my leg over and prepared for the mile long dismount.

back to earth, touching down.

and bid goodbye to my high horse.

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