Blues

In a world of chaos

Some are choosing their blues

The big ones, the little ones

And they ponder in recluse

So be wary and considerate

That you know not their fate

For some have slept

Only to wake and walk

Walking, but not existing

For some have dreamt

A thousand dreams, yet still sulk

Moping in misery

And for some, they are hoping

For a glimpse of a miracle

Hands clasped tightly

As they mumble prayers of petition

And as for the writer,

She cries out for reassurance

Tonight, feeling weighted more

By the littlest of blues

Night of…

Night of laments

So why do I see the stars?

For every mistake, a choice I made


Night so contoured

Why do I sense hope?

The haze, slowly fading into the horizon


Night, of…restoration

Certainly must be

Regrets are in the distant

Doubt

Babies, pure till they meet the world

But what is and isn’t doubt, before it’s stripped ?

We only then will know

When the medium that bears it

Is cast away


Drumroll, drumroll please…


I give you, present to you, the benefit of doubt

Let the innocence of the white snow

Make all seem without flaw

Let their footsteps

Reveal a sense of direction


But in reality

There is a story to every footstep

There is no doubt, but this, you do not see

Till the snow melts away

Till the footsteps no longer tread one way


Till the footsteps of a stripped innocence

Come knocking at your door

In an unexpected cold winter

To serve you back

Leaving no doubt, whatsoever

By The Window Pane

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When the wrong seizes control,

We find that place with a glimmer of hope

A momentary lapse into a view condensing

The window pane has been a friend to many.

 

There, the view provides an escape

Imagine, puppies chasing, or a plane in descent 

Our minds free from our troubles and despair

Where else would that be, but at the window pane?

 

For a minute, or two, the spark ignites

Our soul awakens, and we come alive

We see the things, we miss from our 24 hours

The window pane is a remedy to our stress

 

When we can breathe easy, it is almost time

We step back into our world with renewed perspective

Though the problem is unsolved, our minds are cured

From the madness we let go at the window pane.