Fall Down Seven Times

During the day the emotional toolbox is goodBehind the trained emotions sits the abyssOnly rearing its head in the spacesEarly to bed avoids the fatigue and the black dogEvery night is the same dreamSearching for what is not there anymoreWaking at 4am exhaustedNot wanting to go back to the dreamWrite poetry5am get upMeditateTrainBurn incenseChantCommune with the infiniteRefreshedCarry onFall Down seven timesGet up seven timesNot bloody eight. Continue reading Fall Down Seven Times

Grief

You don’t ’move on’ from griefYou ‘go on’There’s a differenceIt’s always there in the backgroundHow deep you lovedIs how deep you grieveOver timeIt goes from being an overcoatTo your underpantsIt’s always thereBut hidden from othersIt gets triggeredBy photosBy smellsBy placesBy eventsAnd for a brief whileIt becomes an overcoat again. Continue reading Grief