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