Parts of the Same Flower

Don't Get Lost in There

Don't think too deeply.
You could get lost in there;
That thing -
That gray matter inside of your head -
That brain.
Mind -
You could also find yourself in there -
You could find solace -
But don't get lost in there.

The number of times I have stopped myself from running to you is infinite.

Subdued hues of black mixed with white.
No absolute wrong or right.
When life is in gray,
It's easiest to get swept away.

The Last Word

Let them get their feelings out,
Let them have their say,
Sit back and observe.
It really is the best way.

When you're not sure how to react,
stay silent and wait.
They will fill the silence anyway.

Their anger may fume like a forrest fire,
Their vitriol may be bitter as bile,
Their last word may be said with such malice, you cannot recognize them.
But it's best to let them have it.

They have forgotten the good,
They have focused on the bad,
Follow their lead and don't be sad.

Things I Tell Myself

I tell myself: This is how it's supposed to be.
I know this because I can only be on this one path.
I have only been on this one path.

My past is behind, and this is how it's supposed to be
I tell myself.
There may be no reason to those events,
There may be some rhyme.
It's twisted and turned and
I have endured jug handles multiple times.

Things I tell myself when I cannot put words together and
Speak:
Silence is better than apologizing to and for the irrational
The reasons do not justify.
I yearn for justice.
There is a light at the end of this tunnel.

In this life, the reasons do not matter
The end must justify the means, but in the meantime
I tell myself: Everything is - everything - is fine.

The Girl on The Park Bench

The girl on the park bench was looking to the heavens

As if for salvation.

Savior, perhaps, from the torrential feeling in her gut.

The girl on the park bench inhaled her cigarette to the filter.

As she seemed to do with most things.

Play them out to the very edge of safety.

The girl on the park bench was wearing faded jeans, with a faded soul;
The sadness in her eyes - her defining feature.
Legs crossed, hair perfectly askew.

The girl on the park bench:

A girl on the edge of salvation.

Thunderstorms

A battle;
The heat of the Air crashes;
Clashes with the cool Earth.
Water absorbed;
Water released.