A Way In

I sometimes feel like my mind is desperately seeking a way in and out of itself.

Clawing for the words that just seem to bury themselves into hiding places I can’t find.

I’m Magellan without a map and my hearts compass is broken at the moment.

So where do I go?

What do I do?

Look to the stars that charted this path long before I knew what breath was.

A way in.

Into what?

A place untouched by time.

Where everything is golden and bathed in the hour of in between time.

It’s true that nothing gold can stay, so let it fade to silver or black.

I just want a way in.

Something to bring me back.

Some place to let all of my desperate words fall out.

Can the moon or Mars or Saturn’s rings carry it all?

The weight of unsaid things.

A way in.

Or out.

It’s a choice to make in the empty heart chamber where goodness lies.

And darkness sings in the hollow.

Photo by 愚木混株 Yumu on Unsplash

Thanks for being here friends. And reading my words. Poetry is sometimes the only thing that flows when nothing else wants to come.

I hope you’re all taking good care of yourselves and each other. Just remember we’re all we’ve got.

Xoxo- Mesa