the days continue
tripping over sticks
like they hurt my bones
the most familiar feeling
blunt force trauma
time creeping away and back again
pushing you forward at a pace
both too fast and too slow
confusion rots in the hearts
of those who seek to understand
things they weren’t meant to
pronouncing your patheticy
hanging by a thread to what you knew was real
appreciate the beautiful things that surround you
the past is the past
the future is coming for you
let it wisp you away
enemies as friends
friends as far away loves
sibling rivalry is heartwarming
when its a childhood hobby
chiseling convictions
down to weary bones
strength will find you
love will guide you
wisdom will teach you to follow
