12:41pm

Uncertainty is exciting
- and terrifying.
It is a shot adrenaline
and the lingering thought
that haunts a cozy pillow.

The want to confirm,
The need to understand
stabs my brain like a dull pen.

I'll use my ears to hear
but if the sound is static
could I lean into it?

And there it is,
like a ghost appearing,
but only in corners of my mind.

One bold look and I've lost it.

Tell me something true,
or rather --

Tell me something.

8:11am

In the early hours we speak;
Your words break the chains
of the previous day.

The language of rest
resides and resonates
within this chary heart.

I am transmuted,
from state to strength
in a time so unassuming.

While upon the mattress,
a quiescent air descends
From spackle to carpet.

And intellect cannot reason
with a sagacious spirit
and an impalpable embrace.

8:07am

You are not a shadow,
You are the shade.

In the midst of a storm,
You are neither thunder,
nor lightning,
but the sweeping rain.

You are not lost at sea,
You are the halcyon waters.

And when you lay your head to sleep,
You are not the nightmares you dream.
You are the prayers that you pray
In the light of morning's wake.

7:03pm

For a lover of words
I find they fall short
and fail to fall out,
out from my mouth
simply to say
those words to convey
warmth and welcome,
instead, they shy away
stay in my brain --
those tricky words
always falling short
never tumbling out
fencing me in
kept with my doubts.

8:52pm

Five chambers;
An abnormal state
Four normal;
One out of place.

Three odd beats
Never quite the same
No rhythm
Of steady pace

Two reports
Which differ greatly
To explain
The rarity

The first blames
Awful luck and birth
A write off
Not to be turned

The second -
Well, does not define
but accepts
imperfect design.