blink

usually not at a loss for words
as i am now
no way to describe the flow
of feelings and emotions

like an earthquake
life moved me
shook me up and down
swayed everything i ever knew

and the land falls
and the water rises
and now i find myself
breathing underwater in anoxic water

hands waving above water
waving for a hand, a help, anything
but everyone around
blinked

ripples

fingertips brushing along the surface
of a cool and clear stream
watch as the ripples spread far away
with just one touch

paused for a moment this morning
for the first time standing
hands open, mind open, everything open
free from the words trapped inside

but freedom is nothing without you

know

i can run my life
chase the dreams
i can walk alone
write my own words

and i will hope
and i will worry
and i will struggle

but it's in the moments
in the days
in the words we say
and the words unspoken

some days
i wake up
and just know

home

taking a walk down cobblestone roads
the chill in the air brushes my cheeks
and i look to the sky
grey, but full of promises
hopes and dreams

coming back home
watching blue skies that stand contrast
to the worries i carry close to me
some days they pull me down to
a level i can't hold onto anymore

but i think of the good times
of the good things
of the good people
of you

because i can travel the world
thousands of miles
walk in someone else's shoes
but there's nothing like coming home

bricks

like a brick wall crumbling to pieces
my identity and the life i thought I had
fell apart all around me

one step forward, and three steps back
almost everything i ever thought i knew
shattered as the wheels hit the tarmac

left to pick up the pieces
but arms too tired to pick up the weight
wanting nothing more than to lay in the sun
and tape the paper pieces of my mind together again

because it's not my heart
but rather my mind
that's in trouble this time

fire and passion

asking questions that have no answers
using frameworks to find something, anything

turned around and found
my fire burning ran out of oxygen
and left me with a pile of ashes
like dust falling through my fingers

unsure of where to begin
if to begin again at all
a lost traveler with no destination
staring at the Departures board

searching for a ground to stand on again
for an ember to light the flames
for a destination and direction
even if i never get there