These are days of change.
Eggshell cracks,
Sun rising differently.

Sometimes I put my ear to
The ground and listen.
Heartbeat choirs of

Our unborn children.
Seeds of poets.
Write love; not war.

When you ask me who I am
I don't know anymore
If you ask me who I'll be
I'm not exactly sure

Seconds feel like minutes
Minutes just like days
Night the hardest time of day
As 4am knows all my secrets

I envy those who sleep easy
Their brains must be that much clearer, less muddled
So that those thoughts that haunt me late at night
Are kept well away from their own night's rest

Sleep such a luxury
One I can not afford
As dawn comes all the closer
No second of sleep to count

All I have to show for this night
Are worries resting deep, deep in my head

Dry your eyes,
Little girl.
Don't let them in.
They're only words.

There, now. There.
It's just a tear.
A raindrop from your  
Atmosphere.

I promise you
Clear skies again.
Brush off your knees.
Arise again.

Dry your eyes,
My little friend.
More things begin
Where others end.

So stand and shine
Despite their words.
They envy you.
Of course it hurts.

Leaving isn’t equals to loved
It may mean space
Or maybe time
Or just finding one self

Leaving doesn’t mean for good
It maybe for a fleeting second
It maybe for a day, a month or a year
Or when destiny makes its way

Leaving may not be defined as going away
Maybe it’s just the forlorn look
Or maybe just the begging words
Or just maybe the chasing that should be done after.