When light and dark are indistinguishable,
you just keep living to keep living,
and dream and memory unidentifable.
Where am I?
Who am I?
Is this reality? My reality?
Told myself I have to do it alone.
No one else has let me know
it's safe to disclose.
These deep-seeded hurts
are too much to let go,
but too much to hold.
My shoulders aren't built for this weight.
Highs and lows
every day, every day.
I keep moving because it's all
I know
there's a light at the end,
just around the next bend.
Let me down slow
This reaity could be more
than I can accept right now.
Search, struggle, find,
fall, get up, rewind.
Back to the same old,
new year same mold.
But something tells me there's
still some gold
among this glitter, flicker and fold
another page, another year.
Another memory hard to bear.
But progress, regress, and progress,
two steps forward, only one back.
As my mind spills on the page
I'll still rage,
forgive, forget.
Doubt, remit, submit.
And I'll move on.
Ready to begin.
Again.
