poems (tread lightly)
April 9, 2025air·y
/ˈerē
Gentle, slow, pronunciation, I hear you
Tucked away to not make your light shine
Timid, one would say,
The approach to life
Subtle but present
Not making your presence known as to not disturb a ghost
Dinner, 6pm on New Year’s Day
It was lighthearted, that we danced around the topic
You were brought up and we merely acknowledged your existence
Your presence lingered like a ghost
After all, we all met because of you - our common thread
We alluded the topic of knowing, but too timid to find out what laid beneath the surface
The unknown swarmed us and made jesters of us
But we played it like an accordion
Just the right tempo to keep it going but not stopping unless instructed by another
Doctor’s Office
There’s moments of uncertainty where you don’t know where to go or where to begin (based on how your projection is)
You feel trapped and you’re waiting
Waiting seems to be such a pain when that’s all you can do
Your hands feel tied
Your tears run dry
You’re running out of words to express this feeling and how nothing can compare to it
You curse your body for acting the way it does
You blame your genetics but it also gave you this body so can you really blame your genes?
You curse at a god that this isn’t supposed to happen to you
What made you think you were so special?
If god can only hear all the tears you’ve shed waiting for a prayer that may never be answered
He would think your eyes were made of a vast lake, not easily moved by the torment but surrendering to the regulation of life