Speak
I come up here and start speaking all these thoughts in my head leaking I try to express how I feel sometimes wondering which of it’s real it’s all closing in, the pressure’s tightening life is so terrifying, so frightening is there no break, no rest? Or is peace nothing but a futile quest? I search for answers, never finding while the hands of time keep winding the only relief I know is to reach inside and show others the darkness inside holding it up to the sunshine outside weaving my thoughts into a golden tapestry and holding it proudly for all to see this is my refuge, my port of safety amid the dark, raging sea it’s only brief and fleeting but in these words, I find meaning so I will keep writing, I’ll continue to speak and make the future look a little less bleak
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