Growing a moon
I am silent at times,
But that doesn’t mean I’m not thinking,
Growing, maturing, expanding,
And that’s what life is all about.
Expanding on the inside.
A never-ending journey.
Exponential potential,
All contained within this vessel
Jealousy
I am jealous.
I am jealous of your fingers,
For they get to touch your hair.
I am jealous of your tongue,
For it dances with your lips.
I am jealous of your ears,
For they get to hear your laugh.
I am jealous of your lashes,
For they get to kiss your eyes,
And I am jealous of your mind,
For seeing your inner most thoughts.
A broken spirit hurts worse than a broken bone..
And bones take so long to heal, but the spirit sometimes never can.
Not wholly, there will always be those fissures,
Those cracks that never come together quite right.
The openings of nightmares, and things that haunt for lifetimes.
Im in a dark dark place.
Will i ever see the light of day again?
