Sep 10, 2015
Poetry stream of consciousness
I need time,
To fix my ladder rungs of hope
To forget how loudly I screamed for you
To organise the room in my heart
To find where the pieces lie flat
To walk smoothly on the path to us.
It pains a nostalgia yet to come when you peek through the light and lines at my gormless smile.
It will take time to fix it happy and a millennia to break it down again.
And I need to apply the armour that keeps you from burning me.
And I need to freshen up, for the happiest day of my life.
It might not be this year. It might not be this decade. I’m sorry. You’re sorry. I need time.
The sunlight aches If I rush I’ll never arrive
But the wind promised you would wait there for me, and I’m making my way.