I can't tell if you're the
Oxygen
Sustaining my life
Or maybe you're the
Carbon
Trying to take it

I have a string of gold
It’s wrapped around me
Like a gentle whispers
Gliding upwards softly
Gold is malleable

You spoke about leaving
So often and for so long
That I didn't believe
You'd ever be gone

Pain is inevitable,
Suffering is optional.
The crossroads of success,
Is always constructional.

If we could become tress,
Solid and stoic, deep rooted
In Mother Earth's flesh;
We could stand firm
Through the tempest, unswayed.

But we are only humans.
Covered in darkness.
Hiding behind our fears,
Timidly withdrawing from
The ominous tempest.

So, embrace the fury,
The daunting gales that
Once were scary.
After all, you can't
Stop the waves,
But you can learn to surf.

And even if you sank,
Deeper into the void,
At least you'll drown
Knowing there was
Beauty In The Struggle.

scared to fall,
but more scared
of never flying,
so i sit at the edge
and wait.

Self wanted loneliness is peaceful and a bliss,
But, loneliness gifted to you hurts deeply.
12/10/2019