Faded Perceptions Of Underlying Joy

Faded perceptions of underlying joyTime weathers away what is trueHard residue of the glittering spoilsReturning everything back to youThe sun bleaches your most preciousSalt-laden & resolving to remainChipped & authentically realBeauty seldom exists without pain

It’s Not About Me

It’s not about me Focus away from my chipped soul Fragile dreams creaked as I reach daylight Caught in our midsummer’s lull Drinking wine out of a teacup This soul embarrassing when exposed Hoping to numb our sensibilities While we lay naked & juxtaposed