when closing a door (poem 5/23)

when things are all shifting i’m forced to reflect

reflecting, i didn’t expect to connect

for when all things are fleeting, life’s falling apart

i take a small moment to rethink my art


i’m walking down aisles, i’m searching for space

i’m spacing, i’m floating, i stare at your face

and when i’m in the mirror, i smile and cry

i’m thankful that i’ve had the courage to try


when i’m finishing up and i’m closing my door

it slams shut behind me, i watch the rain pour

and while i’m standing by and i’m keeping the score

i am questioning whether i’ve been here before

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