One moment allows the seeds opening crack and in that same
grows a forest
How can we ever believe we know much?
Words serve those who use them like a
balm to threaten the quandary that works
like a pernicious blade
carving out the fear of
this allowing for…
silent sometimes I am till I just can’t hold my
hands down anymore.
I bolt out of the gate
I freak thinking I lost something a second ago
when what happened was
I birthed again
this new moment
growing far faster than I can ever keep up with.
So I stopped feeling loss and just put one foot in front of the other, sometimes I put blinders on
so I don’t tell you what you should feel.
For I’ve discovered
feelingis as close to anything
I’ll ever ‘know’ for sure.