Question

“There’s a lingering question
That keeps revolving
On my brain, as if it’s poison,
Constantly coming back to haunt me.

The wonder makes me dizzy,
I’m too rational for all this guessing,
Too tired to face life as a game
I keep not knowing how to play.

Will I ever be happy?
If it’s a choice to be so,
Why do I keep falling down the rabbit hole
When all I ever did was try to find something to hold?

Fighting demons made me grow,
But I’m still living amongst the ruins,
Shattered heart, unhealed wounds,
Eagerly striving to find a place to go home to…”

Ana.

Originally posted: September 20, 2020

Summer, I bid you goodbye

“Summer, I bid you goodbye,
As I’m left unguarded at sunrise;
I hope to see you one next time,
Perhaps, by then, we’ll see eye to eye.

Silly it is to envy your shine,
When I too can learn to rise,
But I lack the talent to believe the rhymes
I fervently write night after night.

The lingering question, poet or fraud?,
Leaves me wondering if I’m nothing at all;
Just a falling leaf, yellow with the heat,
That no one can nor wants to save from it.

The days shall come and go,
With Autumn I’ll learn to let go,
Alone, but watching every new sunrise,
Dear Summer, I bid you goodbye…”

Ana