I’ve come to not believe in much
beyond a trickle of hope in the Starlight.
Feeling caught within a trap
no escaping illusions of the waking day.
Who I am, somebody else
but that means accepting faults I evade.
Only in the dark of night
I find courage to gaze at my reflection.
Looking in the mirror
does my own sight keep me deceived?
Do I have a choice to change
or am I destined caught between dueling fates?
I can always close my eyes
but the deeper truth will keep me awake.
The boy of yesterday cries
accepting pain so the man inside can rise.
The moments I remember
I wish they would never have to end.
My soul can feel at home
when embracing your way as the answer.
If the world is on fire
our only path forward is together.
Only in dreams we’re reunited
but it’s never too late to begin.
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I think poetry can help us express. Have you ever encountered times like these? I haven't. Confusing at least. Poetry may help.