the onslaught
i like to drink tea with honey and brown sugar
i like things that resemble the colors of the earth
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the day is so lazy
i wish i could bottle this
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thank you for laughing at my jokes
even when i feel invisible
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how do you sweep into my life
once more
i believe myself to be grounded
until you uproot my soul
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you revealed a feeling
like a stone upturned
or a root unearthed
that i have never felt before
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old habits eclipse me
like the sun on my back
warm and welcoming
but now there is an angry red burn
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in the dim, wanting glow
i hold a candle to my eyes
and learn how to burn
- anon