It comes every year. The nights grow longer. The cold deepens. Life slows down. People stay indoors, emotions run high, and tempers run short. Daylight hours are all too brief. Night seems an eternity.
Some things don't heal, or they heal in a way that every day there's a reminder that it's not like it was before, and never will be again.
**Another old poem I dug up from the depths. I think this one is around 2010–2011, but yet again I'm not sure** I watch the fog settle inthe damp chills my skinand grips my heartI watch it cling to the pods of lightthat dot the street.And I’m waiting for daybreakThey say its always darkest before … Continue reading Haste The Dawn
**I don’t remember when I wrote this. I think 2011/2012 or so but I can’t say for sure. When I wrote it isn’t important, but it was neat to find it again** I stand alonethe dark at bayholding onto the threads of hope A precipice awaitsa decision eternalDamned if I doLikewise if not And so it goes … Continue reading **I don’t remember when I wrote this.
It will pass The joy of of getting married and dreaming of forever…will pass. The blaze of colour as night turns into dawn… will pass. The anticipation of a new job or a promotion… will pass. The thrill of learning a new skill or technique… will pass. The dark clouds and roaring thunder… will pass. … Continue reading It will pass