night time is your time by Beth K Hannahi had no master plan
Just attempts that always failed
as i continue to find myself
in a twisted, dark world
Where loneliness is sometimes
most times
the only thing to hold me at night
where the monsters under the bed
are really living right under
our roofs
my roof
their roofs
I am not even sure how
to explain the way i work
yet everyone else can seem
to wrap me up tight in a box
with a suffocating bow
i am told to care
when to weep
when to celebrate;
when in reality i never want
to do both
because as I see it
there are those who have it
worse than me
this makes me never want
to celebrate
but to find them all
hold them close
and sing lullabies into
the folds of their dreams
so when we decide to fly
we will not fall from the sky
and our master plan becomes
more than survival, more than
learning when to yield
but learning to love what is in the mirror
and under our skins 04/07/2010 Posted on 04/08/2010 Copyright © 2024 Beth K Hannah
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