each sliver of silver that adorns my head
are medals won from battles
with the living dead and
I found God waiting in the woods
but I found the Devil in people
I believed were good and
my tea leaves say I’m a scattered mess
I can’t seem to love myself
even when I try my best and
when you say I look tired it’s because I am
exhausted from trying so hard all the time
but if…
I stay still…
I might as well have died
I have ghosts that wake me in the night they
come around solely for the same old fight and
my insecurities crowd every inch of space
read all about it on my well-worn face and
my flowers only bloom in the fall
but that’s when they’re needed most of all and
despite these struggles progress is made
not in the daylight
but in the shade
