Monday, November 18, 2024

Lost

It’s dark in here
And I cannot see a thing. 
When the sun rises, filling the space with light
I still cannot see a thing. 
The fog replacing the dark
Leaving me only a few inches of sight. 
And I fumble around 
Knocking things over in my haste to escape 
Escape to where? I never know. 
I no longer even know my own mind. 
I am lost
In the dark
In the fog
The way so unclear
I am lost 
That I’m even able to write this 
Means I am finding a way. 
I will find a way out
Back into the clear light of day. 

Tuesday, November 5, 2024

Still

The world didn’t lose its magic
The sun still warms the gravestones 
The soil still transforms rot into life
The trees still feed the sky
The moon still pulses positivity 
The tides still rise and fall 

The world didn’t lose its magic
I just did.