Higher bar.

That me that doesn't carry worry?
Her breath is deep and steady.
Those hours of peace today,
Have made me slightly heady.
I've missed her.  I like her.
I just hope it doesn't marr,
My view of the life that's now really mine,
As it's set a higher bar.

A piercing way.

Someone else's news,
But it rings a bell,
In such a piercing way.
Yet it's too close to home to tell.
You can not say you understand,
You can not say you know.
What you feel is empathy,
But its sympathy you show.
You offer your assistance,
And a shoulder, on which to lean,
But you shy a way a little, in case,
They see what cannot be unseen.

Higher in mind.

How is that something you could forget?
Lost in your world, will you not regret?
You have not mastered how to balance your heart.
For the ones in the shadow, it's a knife to their heart.
There's always something that is higher in mind.
It isn't fair, it isn't kind.

Grooves.

One things shifts and everything moves.
The cart is out of the happy grooves.
The road ahead looks somehow askew,
And it it makes you look at yourself anew.

From sky to floor.

When you imagine, you almost wish.
The silent kind of dreams.
You tell yourself it's just a thought,
That this isn't what it seems.
That this is just a stage,
To endure, to push on through.
Your mind will change, will shift,
And a belief will shine in you.
A belief I don't have now,
But am truly longing for.
Until then I hold my breath,
And shift eyes from sky to floor.



 

Revels.

The sparkle in your eyes,
The grin on your face,
And the glee you express,
Are all out of place.
How can you trust someone,
Who celebrates distress,
Who turns a back,
And revels in mess.
You look at the face.
Has it looked that way for you?
You hope it has not,
But can't be sure that it's true.

Honest aim.

The road looks long ahead.
There are no pit stops, no parking spaces.
I am here, of course, as always.
Alone, though I see faces.
I will not let you down,
Though I drop my head in pain,  
Survival mixed with smiles,
Is my honest aim.