Prickles

When life feels too heavy

Tiny thoughts of pain

Pinning you down

I want you to remember

The little good things

Breathe in others’ skin for a bit

Ease yourself from your mind

No one will say anything

And tomorrow will come again

~insight07

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Friends

I wish for these moments to never end

Friends and a warmth in my chest

My place in a crowd of thousands.

~insight07

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Harsh

When this world becomes

A little too harsh for me

Alone

I gather my silences

And release them on pages

Breathe in the life of my words

Collapse in their comforting arms

And remember,

Maybe tonight I’ll have to make it through

Alone

But there is always a morning waiting

At the end of these hours

With a brilliant sun that burns

In all darkness,

White and complete with all colours

Within.

~insight07

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Chasing

Despite a million hovering clouds

I’m growing towards sunshine

My leaves are branching

In my mind

My birds are flying high

In their own blue sky.

The sun in me is burning

A brilliant blinding white

I am among my roots

But I’m chasing my light.

~insight07

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Unsatisfied Human

Sometimes, I wish

I was a tree,

Blooming purple and growing leaves

Sometimes, I wish

I was a bird,

Flying free wherever I wanted to be

Sometimes, I wish

I was the moon

Shining white in the darkest night

Sometimes, I wish

I were the stars

Twinkling with hope, light years apart.

Sometimes, I wish

I were waves in the oceans

Blue, depthless, unconquerable

Sometimes, I wish

I was a thought

Rising and growing into an action.

Sometimes, I wish

I was anything but human

But this wish of mine

Is so human

Unsatisfied, fickle human.

~insight07

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Person

A knowledge of the unknown

Innumerable number of lives

Living right now

Fills me with a sense of peace

For I am home

Among these unknown.

Life, in all its complexities

Unfolds and I read my story

Try to understand my role in it.

People and feelings touch me

In ways I never could imagine.

The thought of my own being

Impacting others, shocks me.

Wasn’t I just meant to read?

Or be as well?

I am woven into others

As others are into me

Threads of conversation and stolen glances.

I have been pierced in the middle

By loss and a yearning love for few

And I hope desperately

That they love me too.

After years and experiences,

I have a sense of being

But sometimes, it vanishes and voids

Leaving me in a sense of doubt

That looms over my head.

Am I really a person?

Not just an imagination?

Why am I here?

Why do I feel so much that it aches?

Why?

~insight07

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