Staring at the
Bleached wall

My eyes trying
To make it
Appear
Like something else

But it is still
Gray

This is useless
Sighs
My conscience

Yet my eyes
Connect the
Wrinkles
On the wall

Scratches across the concrete
Flowers winding up the wall

Letters carved, carved in wood
Tiles sprawled across the hall

Waiting to be noticed
Yelling out to you

Told they are anomalies
But listen, their shouts ring true

Smooth glass
Shimmers
Silver
Crystal
Translucent

Or so you think

On the inside
A cyclone
Worries
Thoughts
Desires
A creature in turmoil

Glance twice

Smooth glass
A mirror
An elusion
The inside
A reflection

See yourself

A green leaf
Flutters
To the ground

Illuminated
By the smiles
Of the sun

The child
Of a strong
Oak tree

Survived
Hard gusts
The falls of others

Danced
In soft rain
And sunshine

Like today
As is descends
Towards the dew-ridden grass

Clouds
So often described
As wispy
And fluffy white
Or on darker days
Ominous
And big dark

These
Are true
But not
The entirety

On a sunny day
You are lonely
Mirrors of the sky
And the sea
Wandering, wondering
Mindless
Pushed by tired wind

When you gather
On a darker day
Maybe you are joyful
You restlessness released
As you reflect
Those who keep you company
In true beauty

I awake
To a gray morning

Branches shake
Wind gives no warning

The pitter-patter
Of the rain

Streaking down
The window pane

Water begins
To flood the alley

Rushing through
Without finale

I lie still
Outside I gaze

Serenity
Caused by such days

The final wall
The castle falls
The stones
To dust

Conquered by despair
Faces fall
Gnarled sobs
Escape sore throats

Collect the pieces
Clear the rubble
Take a deep breath
Reset the mind

Take the chance
To begin again
A clean slate
Beckoning a better future

A bitter
Bitter
Memory

Is frozen
In black ice
Behind my eyes

And pooling
Like acid
In my heart

A somber fog
Clouding my soul
Filling my lungs

I lock it
In a big white chest
With an iron key

But when I try to bury it
It comes
Clawing its way to the surface

I take it to the window
And hold it in the warm breeze
Watch it spreads its wings

But when I awake
There it is
Tapping on the glass

Now I keep it
Stitched to a handkerchief
Tucked in my pocket

And I know the years will fade it
But for now
It is stagnant

The beat of a drum
The hum of a voice
Pushing me up
Keeping me standing

Nothing
But the melody
And the words
Keep going

Through the pain
Makes me stronger
I will prevail
I will prevail