To Be Me

What a struggle

to be me,

sitting here

so patiently

waiting for a new train to come,

the last one long gone,

gone, gone…

 

We need nothing,

and yet there is longing;

we want everything,

and yet here it is:

everything,

sitting

on some stone in my backyard.

 

All alone, it has sat.

 

Patiently,

sitting,

in a station

I have sat at many times.

 

Maybe if it looked in on itself,

it would find patience there, too.

 

January 9, 2016

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The Beauty Within

Take ownership

of your mess,

for your beauty

can only be found

within.

Whether it be below

your darkest depths,

within your deepest fears–––

no cande-lit room awaits you,

and yet all I can do

is cheer

that I am here,

and it is day,

a new light

borrowed from the same sun

I ran from yesterday,

blurring into the furry of my mind

that’s actually been quite playful

all along,

once I learned

it’s all a game.

September 1, 2014