For the time that we have here

It’s moments like this I feel the hands

of time take hold of my agonized sense

of self … and with deft fingers peel me

open like an overripe piece of fruit.

 

How easy it is to simply recline

allow life to take hold and inject the

venom of self-doubt and loathing

into the veins of your consciousness.

 

You are allowed to dwell here for a bit,

but do not linger long, do not lay root

here, it is like pain; a place to visit, yet

not a place to live.

 

The light is where we live, the dark

where we sleep, it is a wise person who

knows how to differentiate, moves forward

into the light and gathers joy.