Starfish, starfish
in the sea,
can you see
the things I see?

Little waves may
come and go,
but happier days
I'll never know.

Look, look—
a feathered friend
bends its neck
and lifts its head,

flies away
across the sea—
it sees much more
than I see.

These days I feel like a broken Rubik's cube — all twists, unending chaos.

Usually we’re the ones lost.  
To get back on track we must:
Admit that we are.

We’re an exploded star.
Turning into stardust
People are so far—
100 million years light.
They still see us shine.
Not even we see our fight.

It takes courage
to admit the fall
For people used
to resist it all.

You’re not weak for falling,
You’re weak for not recognizing you’ve fallen.

Oh star, you’re growing dim.
But little is that a sin.
Lost the battle, not the war.
Rest today, and then you’ll soar.

if I talk
it’s like I'm falling in the answer
everything I say is a quiet question to myself
sweaty hands
messy hair
baggy clothes
harmed lips
and
eyes looking down

yet I do poetry
but nothing helps my clarity