Somedays,

I need to close.

It’s a natural act, ...

Standing tall,

Pretending to be strong,

When shivering inside, ...

As a child,

I was repeatedly told,

To see the beauty, ...

As leaves,

On snowy days fall,

They create art. ...

As a child,

I would slip and slide,

Without thinking twice. ...

Warm sunny days,

Will come again.

But not until, ...

As intelligent,

As we seem to be,

We need signs, ...

One day,

I too will fall.

Indiscernible from the rest, ...

The quiet humble few,

Who unwaveringly believe,

And follow the path, ...

There are so many,

Who preach to others,

What to believe. ...

To help hold others up,

Is a natural act.

Yet at times, ...

Looking back,

It was individuality,

Greed and fear, ...

I will swim in you again.

With eyes closed,

Listening to thoughts, ...

A cloudy,

Frosty morning,

Welcomes me to this day. ...

As the sun,

Melted the fog away,

So did my mind, ...

Truth be told,

It’s been a while,

Since I felt on fire. ...

I used to search,

For that unique road,

Best for me to follow. ...

A quiet morning,

Before sunrise,

When dreams stir, ...

The older I get,

The less I care,

For noise and trivialities, ...

When neither the sky,

Nor the ground,

Can readily be seen, ...