is it dusk or is it dawn?
because the sun is setting on the
crescent moon smiles of my friends,
whose voices will soon be interrupted
by the white noise of delayed phone lines.
twilight is breaking upon the open arms of my family,
whose embrace will soon be sporadic,
accompanied by whispered reminders
not to drink too much alcohol.
part of me still fears the darkness;
the child who hopes her duvet
will shield her from the shadows,
not old enough to face the night alone.
part of me fears that sunset will fall
upon everything i've ever known,
and when it rises again
so many things will no longer see the light of day.
but most of me thinks this is daybreak;
because i know that when the sun paints
the sky with the rose-gold palette of a new day,
i will awaken to things i've been anticipating for a long time.
my heart is ready to free fall into the hands
of someone who may or may not catch it,
my mind is ready to play ping-pong
with friends and imposters.
maybe it's dawn and dusk
at the same time.
ESTÁ A LER
Small Talk
Poesia❝ we're just fumbling through the grey, trying to find a heart that's not walking away. ❞ [ a collection of drabbles, musings and poetry: sometimes i like to pretend that i can write poetry when there's things i want to get off my chest ]
