I.

emotions
are pooling within me,
it seems I’m always
waiting for someone

to look in
past the surface
and see me
waiting here

but instead
I’m constantly changing
to reflect the person
they need me to be.

II.

Contentless and scattered
like rocks you complained
my shoes left
on your porch

I have become
all the little things
you’ve swept away,
a landfill of nuances

gone unnoticed
for the clearing
of a much bigger
facade of godliness

a debt you’ll struggle
to make payments on,
because no one
will stay.

III.

28,000 mornings
in our lifetime -

a long sigh of poetry
makes up the light
that wakes me up
again and again

to the realization
I’ve spent a handful, already,
next to the wrong
people.

my eyes,
my mind,
fixed
on that one feeling -

I saw nothing else
but what I needed
to get through.

Reaching happiness,
is never how you imagine
it will be-

In the search
for the bigger fish
you’ll want to cry,
but try to enjoy
the little things
along the way –

do try
to find some peace,

and know sometimes
it’s just easier
to laugh.

04/05/2009

Author's Note:

Posted on 04/05/2009
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