Altered

There is no moon to be my silent companion

Here on this hazy shadowed night

So I inhale in the darkness

Letting my shifting smoke dissolve into

Slate shade hanging above

 

The ground is white here

And the trees black against

The serrated hills set as the backdrop

And I wander

Letting the snow quiet my step

Let my thoughts match

My feet and their

Pointless steps

 

I haven’t been well

But I have been worse

It seems that I have discovered

That sometimes you long to change

You do all you can to accomplish this

But inevitably there is a turning point

Something to force the change

Because there is nothing left to do

 

Because there is something

That you need to do

And it makes all else seem pointless

All of the things you treasured

May as well be sand

May as well be ash

Because you lost something

You never considered the value of

 

Some people balk at this and run

I guess

It makes sense to me

But if the lost was there for me

In life

Then I can be there for them

In death

I can put on the suit

And I can carry the weight

Because

Just because

 

I think I’m changing

And I don’t think there is a way to stop it

Accepting life and the opposite

Is a daunting task

04/10/2013

0136 am

Reviews

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Wow! I relate to this incredibly insightful piece of poetry more than I can possibly express in words. The sheer number of changes that I've been through in the last four years is astounding! It's so tough to adapt. My head spins when I think of the sheer effort that goes into joining all the dots of one's experiences and figuring out what to do and when. Outstanding work!

[Renée]

Beautiful Work !
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