The night wrestled daylight at dusk
The West horizon then swallowed the sun whole
And now here we are
Sitting under the gibbous moon & the few brave stars
Scattered across the dimly light night sky
Rewinding our exploding memories.
There is the unfortunate and the
Weightless
The sun-dappled and honey dripping moments
All enveloped in decades of trauma
But the soul has longsighted healing woven in between
Bleeding poetry
And penning meditative pieces.
There is intense spiritual longing for a home
That never was
The itch to go back to deserted spaces for comfort
And the desire to revisit residual traces of
Unreciprocated feelings
It is like echoes of our ghosts
Call us back to lost places and forbidden kingdoms.
We ask the face to hide our tears
In the falling rain
While our imperfections lurk behind crafted smiles
As we attempt to carve our flaws out
Yet we still deny the role of pain
In moulding our future self.
Dawn will conquer the night and its dark
Before enough answers will find their way here
So we invite sleep to carry us across
The imperceptible warzones
That hold our former selves in an act of
Reminding ourselves
The battles we have won.
wanbuku w.
...credits to Jack Germsheid.