eternally ephemeral [ poetry & prose ]

Holding On

The blues are singing their melodies
in the corners of the dark hallways
of the heart; bearing the
aches and the stakes have only
ever risen over the years.

The massively messy mind
can't let go of the threads
of unbearable memories
that seem to live on and grow on
no matter how many times they've
been tried to be killed.

Scarred soul shatters
every once in awhile,
withering away little by little,
slipping away little by little.

And it should've given up
the hope of finding a way out,
but for an unfathomable reason,
it's clinging onto a loose rope
that can go either way;
into the wild, untameable sea,
or towards the thundering sky,
awakening something inside
that won't ever give up.