as I get up from sitting behind this desk
my body is full of pain

not from love or hurt
but from a hard days work

as i think about drifting off
i am already planning my next days moves

these are times when i forget about my past
and my drive goes in a different direction

a positive one full of visions
full of faith in what i do

i have been clean from my addiction
for only 9 months and my mind has changed

i no longer chase dope
i chase dreams

my dreams are reachable
they are now coming true

i now have people who now look up to me
instead of down on me

my life has change in an instant
and where did that time go

the memories of my addiction
are know behind me and
only a blurry visions in my mind

all i can say is to one
is to never give up on your life

Some are born balanced
On a precipice and remain
Tethered for the rest of their days
Overlooking barely there
Mental images
Fragments of a lucid dream
Of a conjured up past life
Once etched on skin
But no longer there
They speak of
Violent reinvention
And escape
While the hollow speaks
And catapults into spaces
Better left unknown

Psyches wrapped in denial
Running the gamut of habitual sins
Perpetuating legacies of pain
With hands that carry
The burdens of forefathers
Tiptoeing
In the twilight of dreams
Willing for the heavens
To send a spring that blooms

Hearts whose pounding
Reverberates endlessly
inside of ears
Eyes that get darker as they close
Meet with ours
A look
A sigh
Ascertaining a mutual recognition
Of the familiar
Shadows that plague.

the first split second of your smile
when your lips are just starting to turn
and your eyes still look dubious,
that's it.

that's the last thing I want to see
before I stop breathing
because it is the split second before
happiness mangles your
serious dark brows
and your thin pink lips.

it is like waiting and watching the morning
creep softly lightly blue into the darkness,
once seen, I'll crawl into bed and sleep,
knowing
that a beautiful day will rise
whether or not I am there to
say,

"hello"