Of value.

Looking for something in this,
That’s more than just survival.
Is it a lesson,
End or arrival.
Desperate for value from this,
That what I’ve lost hasn’t gone to waste.
I feel I’ve lost so much of value,
That I will never get back or replace.

The floor.

Desperately hoping,
But have been in that place before.
Desperately wishing, I
To rise up from the floor.
Knowing it’s a journey,
But you’re tired of the fight.
Wanting to lose the weight,
And begin to enjoy the day.

Close a door.

When you gained hope,
However briefly,
But then it’s whipped away.
You wanted it,
So badly.
You wanted it to stay.
You sink a little lower,
Than you were before.
You want silence,
To mourn it.
You want to close a door.

I know.

When it rains, pours,
And rains again.
When you’re an episode,
Of ‘Never the Twain’.
When life is jus,
That twitch too hard,
But you’re not in a position,
To throw in the card,
I know.
I know.

A time.

A break.
A pause.
A moment.
One deep drink.
A minute.
A glimpse.
Silence.
A time to think.

The feat.

Depleted, defeated,
So close to done.
Life in a heel,
Suddenly spun.
Depleted, defeated,
Broken, incomplete.
Pulling it back,
Will be quite the feat.

Hold it.

I am envious of others,
If the peace that they enjoy.
I am envious of who I was,
When life could be a toy.
I am impatient for a return,
To a better day.
If it returns, I want to hold it.
How do I make it stay?