Poetry in Pieces: Week 16 w/@ledlevee
Another installment of our weekly poetry project!
I’m lost in space,
an asteroid spiraling,
out of the race,
baggage is piling,
and I don’t know
when I’ll find my way,
return to the show,
have an extended stay.
Yet strength
Is building
As you navigate,
Your rebirth
Will be worth the wait
There’s world yet to see
That’s baggage free
A place I too, long to be.
But how do we get there?
Is the question.
And how do we breathe air
as we wait sequestered.
The future looms
in dark and shadow.
I look past the gloom
for an open window.
The answer
Is in the breeze
Caressing
The tips of trees
The barren branches
And
The sprouted blossoms
Alike
When all you can do
Is wait
Just breathe
When all you can do
Is breathe
Just wait
Patience
was never a strong suit
Of mine
when it comes to women
But I’m learning
And things I can’t control
I’m learning
To let go
And let the rivers flow
And try to enjoy
The midnight city’s glow
The sunrise city
Is expansive
A great time
And place
To grow
I ask myself
Am I?
I ask you
Am I?
You are
the sunrise city
and I am the sunset
and the glow of lights
I look for my sunrise
on the horizon
and imagine
a different sunrise
and a different horizon
Every morning
until I find home
The winter sunrise
Brings only an echo
Of warmth and light
A reminder
Of their existence
But reality
Remains cold
I am
The winter sunrise
Jealous
The glow of lights
Is always beautiful
At night
But the winter nights
Are cold and lonely
The lights may shine
Like will o the wisps
Luring lonely travelers
To the cold, wet swamp
I’m the darkness
In the icy night
Where shadows lurk
And nightmares dance
But maybe
I’m the nightmare
Dancing on your periphery
Not of this world
But in it
Casting unnatural shadows
To bring shade
Where there is only light
And wakefulness
To the endless night
Not of this world
But in it
Describes me to a tee
So maybe we’re both ghosts
Or shadows
Dancing in dreams
That can be nightmares
But perhaps
Could become good dreams
And lights
In the distant sunrise
Shadows dance
And ghosts rejoice
Zombies dream
And angels have nightmares
The sun rises again
I am in the same place
As when it set
Am I happy in this space?
I am not mad
Change is hard
Life is harder
When life is easier
Will I change?
Stagnation is hard
I long for movement
For the gift
Of improvisation
The freedom
To live on my own terms
The freedom
To die on my own terms
If only I knew
What those terms were
Defining terms
Is how you break
From stagnation
So much imagination
Yet your vision
Remains clouded
Caught in the web
Of society’s
Rights and wrongs
We are the artists
We write the songs
Sing your terms
Free yourself
Free me