Should I wash away what is being?
Turn to fit the cast of your ideal?
What to change will make it better?
I stand on this
exposed
honest
imperfectly me
Sometime Sun
Sweet juice under heat
Shorts bare all as tanks cool off
Soon to be Summer
upside out
Somehow to find
kindness in lost
memories inside
darkness until there is nothing
simple when just expressed
love undone
Simply
Quality alone
Time moves on infinitely
More to do not now
Revealed
The curtain pulled
As truth stands there
banality
boredom
going nowhere
but I stand in it
I see what you try to hide
I know what you say are lies
I am only me
Something undone
but complete
Again no more
As anger is bare
belief in sedition
As truth stands here
grey
conjured from the upturned post
slid across the wood below
inside more now than before
dry
empty
dust
Continue
It returns
the aching, the anger, the sadness
How do I push on?
To return to normalcy
It beckons
the tears, the emptiness, the nothing
When does it leave me?
Never seems the answer
It comforts
the memories, the love, the truth
Why do I still remain?
To Continue just the same
Bended
Held captive by threat
Free to find nothing but sorrow
Truth and light with me
this bent underneath
I shall find what I seek
Crystalline
Melted from the chill before
Winter not quite done here
Frequent birds calling change
Yet she doesn’t respond in kind
Time for wool still
Waiting for the spring
Under
Time for rest but can’t
Until morning blinks at me
Brain awake I’m done
llaura bullock 