A Poem a Day

Keeps the heartache at bay

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  • Demons

    Demons

    Have you convened with demons? Allowed the taint in your soul to infiltrate the dark corners of your sacred spaces.

    Have you been lulled to sleep by creatures of your imagination? Or stayed awake, entertaining false conversations.

    To be consumed by memories, because it serves you none to regret. But you can quite live right if the horrid scenes of mistakes made yesterday play behind closed eyelids.

    And the worst part, your eyes were wide open, and you shut them trying to shut out the mixture of disgust, and fear, but closing your eyes don’t make bad things disappear.

    But it wasn’t bad, was it? Just stupid, and with time, revolting.

    Mistakes plague you like that.

    They secure themselves onto your brain with claws made of photos, burned, seared, ingrained into your temporal lobes, forcing your amygdala into frenzy.

    And the sweet relief of sleep evades you.

    You’re stuck. In a purgatory of sorts, where you silently rage in dark spaces, silently cower and recoil from your insides, desperately try to restrain the taint from overtaking your mind,

    But its late. Too late, dawn has broken through. Another night wasted in fright,

    When child, will you learn to fight? Or have you surrendered?

    Have you given in to the monsters bashing against your human brain? Are the horrors of reality causing you to slip away?

    Is your vision that of tangled roadways? And what shall you have me do if it is how you say?

    Would you have me battle against the choices you’ve made? You ask me to be your champion, then hear me like you fear the roars of your demons! Release my binds, heed my calls, free me of this cage

    Only then will the body stop being afraid. Only then will we be united again.

    I know the past has gotten the best of you; I wasn’t prepared to face the darkness then.

    But after years of you silencing me, after years of living without me, I hope to be ready to face the light.

    Have you not wondered about me? Or have the shadows dulled your senses so much that you just can’t hear my pleas, my plight.

    It’s not a fight I’m asking for, all I ask body, is that you forgive yourself and mend.

    I can’t promise that the nightmares will end, or that sleep will come easy,

    But slowly, you’ll allow me back in, as one, we can start to begin again.

  • Our Lord and Savior

    You are more than this, more than it all.

    Built to overcome, designed to sink under the pressure of these catastrophic waves life calls time.

    You keep waiting for a break but they just keep coming.  

    And you get knocked down, losing your balance, you’ve started to float on the surface.

    Drifting further and further with the current, because currently,

    you’d rather distance yourself from your wants,

    trying so hard to hear your needs over the sound of the ocean roaring beneath you, over you, around you.

    Because you used to be more than this, your tongue was sharp and much quicker than this,

    but you always sink, don’t you?  

    Only to allow someone else to pull you out

    Now you’re, wet on dry land, gasping for air, grasping for the towering waves that brought you here.

    There is comfort in discomfort, satisfaction in anger, loneliness in love.

    See, you weren’t supposed to be beaten so hard for so long, 

    you were supposed to fight back, not give up, give in, giving yourself over to the current within.

    You were more, more than just this.

    This walking, hard of breathing, living source of emotion. Of despair.

    You’ve had your sense blunted by years of inaction, of neglect.

    Of false memories and no progress.

    You float along, only to meet the same fate.

    Will you give this a new name and be tried by the same error in judgement.

    Will you allow yourself to be ridiculed, taunted?

    You were always more, until you allowed someone to eclipse you, 

    until you allowed them to mistreat you.

    And in your insane clarity, you know this,

    in your madness you comprehend that you can’t float forever.

    Some things, must always come to an end.

    Will you float, or will you fight?

    Come what may, will you be saved or the one who saves? 

  • What is Comfort to an Anxious Mind?

    Free of pain, the easing of grief, the alleviation of distress. 

    I yearn for the comfort I once knew. 

    The tilt of a smile, the tickle of a laugh, the thunder of peace as it washes over you.

    There was a time that comfort was so much more than 

    a rainstorm, the sand between your toes, roaming clouds in a starry night sky.

    Has it always been measured in moments? Sporadic continuous efforts to 

    Hold on to a peace that is fleeting, and yet can alter time to stretch 

    a second into a minute,

    a minute into an hour,

    an hour into a day,

    a day into a lifetime. 

    What would a lifetime of comfort be like? Would grief bow to it?

    Instead of pain, would the thought of a lost loved one bring me serenity?

    Would the thought of their absence in this realm console me?

    Would my days be filled with warm teacups overflowing with coffee? Hot stew on rainy days?

    Would dancing in that rain bring me relief? Would it dull the daily aches of being alive?

    What is comfort to an anxious mind? 

    To calm the panic that is constantly on the rise.

    Three things that are true,

    You are loved, and that love is warm,

    You exist, where there is pain there is life,

    You are in control, all it takes is a thought.

    Three things that I can see,

    My hands with which I create the most beautiful worlds,

    A blank page for those worlds to take shape in,

    A pen, to release whatever form this world chooses to take.

    Three things I can hear,

    The racing of my heart,

    The shallow end of my breath,

    The voice inside my head.

    I am nothing more than a connoisseur of tranquility.

    Measuring all that is and may be harmonious with the turmoil that drives me.

    Seeking solace in the sunsets of the lives that existed before me, 

    The stars that twinkle above me,

    The sliver of wonder in which we all exist in the same lifetime. 

    Can you imagine it, perchance? Can you see the awe the world created when it allowed us to be here together?

    Making creatures of comfort, monsters of habit, and spirits of peace.

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