The safety of the self is not assured.
\nThere has been a lingering depression
\nthat will not allow one to forget
\nthe eternal glistening soul,
\nsuspicious of all
\nthe icy winds
\nthat have blown through this heart.<\/p>\n
I do not drown tonight, in love or lust or oceans,
\nbut take a middle-aged path,
\nfighting between
\nthe maturity of who I can become,
\nand the joviality of
\nwho I once thought I was.<\/p>\n
A deepening future
\nslains the wanton foe called age,
\nlying deep within a self I’ll some day cast aside
\nand reflect upon.<\/p>\n
The tempests sway the mind
\ninto directions other than forward;
\na buxom foundation
\nof whom I fear I will become.<\/p>\n
I see my heart giving away
\npeaceful moments that come
\nwith fallen songs.<\/p>\n
I doubt myself for the familiarity
\nof who I really wasn’t,
\ngesturing to the one I would become
\nto hold back,
\nlook into the past
\nand never lose myself
\nin a future.<\/p>\n
Uncertain as the darkest hour,
\nthe dust settling in and rising
\nagain to cloud a vision,
\nirritate a throat,
\ndie a death
\nthat is as certain as tomorrow’s sunrise.<\/p>\n
It is with the gratitude of age
\nthat I regret
\nhaving faced all I have
\nsevered from this life,
\nall I will take apart.<\/p>\n
The icy winds still blow through this cold heart.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The safety of the self is not assured.
There has been a lingering depression
that will not allow one to forget
the eternal glistening soul,
suspicious of all
the icy winds
that have blown through this heart.<\/p>\n
I do not drown tonight, in love or lust or oceans,
but take a middle-aged path,
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