there are nights of sorrow
and then those of joy
I see your face
all a decoy
worry far beyond this
or not at all
pray for strength
truth and gall
I remember the days
of the coldest winter
when my veins were frozen
and I, sinter
the spring brought forth
loose ends and might
I left them loose
and gave up my fight
fools will be foolish, and we will be free
when you are surrounded by people with low emotional intelligence and when you accept their negative nuances, you are hurting your spirit.
you are not inadequate, they cannot belittle you, you are not a fraction, they cannot dishearten you.
you are whole, unbroken, and your sensitivities and quirks are not your pitfalls, they are you, and you are the best version of you.
where are the souls that leave us be? where are the beauties that set us free?
we wander and wonder what life will bring, but we fail entirely to see the spring
I question the noise as I question the laughter, they tell me it’s all just banter
I can’t see your faces nor look at your eyes, you hide behind an ill disguise
your worlds of false beckon my worlds of true, then mountains crumble and epiphanies accrue
and then I smile, knowing that the world has changed, no sorrow lost, no love estranged
where do you find such pitiful delights? in the moon at night with no one in sight?
speak clear and loud, stumble with joy, share not your thoughts, nor your coy
spread kindness and truth when you flutter your lips, do you realise not that your soul slips?
your noise of day dulls the air some more, isn’t there enough in this polluted galore?
close the silence, keep it still, breath in the air, and see them swill