Hurry
     does not success guarantee

Knowing is of little value
    unless meaning it brings you

I am not there yet
there's no reason now to regret

That which to some is perfect
is others' chagrin and heartache

I know I look
Like I carry
Nothing on my shoulders
But I like to think
Even Atlas gets used to
The weight of the sky

When I was a child,
I was taught poetry wasn't mild,
It was deep as the sea,
And it seemed truly unachievable for me.
I was taught poetry had to rhyme,
Every single line, every single time.
So poetry seemed out of my reach,
Like chasing a seagull down a beach,
Jumping ever so slightly away,
Or soaring into the sunny day.

So I never thrived for what I thought would,
No, Could
Never be.

I guess now I'm fixing the mistakes of past me.

What I wouldn't do to kiss your sleeping face
Overwhelming days slip back and forth to nights
Left to my own devices
I just exist in that liminal
I crave more than blue
and I always resist red
Flickering lights can't change a feeling
Distant sounds do it better
But nothing could compare with the peace on your face
Forget the emptiness for a moment
Never mind the numbers
Just the serenity of you dimly lit