in gray skies i’m here standing
your written prose i see reflecting
stay awhile & i will talk about my weathering.
i will reminisce about the hopes i have experienced
how i wish i’d known what i’d been up against,
were my beliefs so high they justified my martyring?
friends failed yesterday, no hero’s ever found,
the greatest battle i ever fought was on the inside of myself.
is beauty still worthwhile.
tripping up on broken shoes,
i wandered through monotony
held so close to what i thought, could keep me floating.
ask if i believed.
i trusted in myself those years,
muse of art inside my ears,
you can’t cave in to your fears
this is worth more than your tears.