A balletic burst

from in

side

~

thoughts torn

in momentum

cast

into nothing

It’s silent

standing

alone

~

in

tense

I feel the light

even with all this darkness behind me

~

why does it only shine on me

and not on my darkness

In a blur

I see

maybe I have to wake up

more

to see

more

than just colors

There are day’s

~

that I look down

~

and feel good

~

about the scars that I have

Some of my seed

got spoiled

taken by the wind

into the darkness

~

I hope the rest

leaves

the normal way

during a slight

depression