Month: June 2022

I struggle with the words these days

At times it feels so uninspired

fighting to capture something

I can only just hold onto

If this is all I have to give

I offer it so gladly

but it feels at once so foolish

and of utmost importance

As if the act of writing

means everything, yet nothing

These strings of sounds and syllables

so delicately strung together

Trying to find arrangements

at once unique and universal

A grand and overwhelming thing

that means much and little yet

A tiny little drop of water

amid the endless sea of voices

desperate to be heard somehow

Unsure if what I have to say

actually carries any meaning

but lifting my voice as I moght

share something beyond my station

with another caught adrift

much as I find myself

Oh, here comes another stray

(and I, with my bleeding heart)

Put out the food and draw them in

Give them what they need to heal

then watch them as they walk away

back to the home that sent them here

Maybe a touch too quick to judge

This one might be the one that stays

The one to finally give back

at least a part of what they’ve taken

No, that’s just a fantasy

born of the aforementioned heart

This one will be just like the rest

As always, this is just a phase

A stepping stone to greater things

A place to come to find your way

Inevitably they’ll carry on

and I’ll be waiting for the next

To make sure the heart keeps bleeding

and the arms still open wide

Another stray to feed and care for

another claw and tooth to bite

Don’t ask me to speak

if you don’t want to hear the words

And if my voice

is such an inconvenience

then I can shut my mouth

and let the silence fall

It will spread like ink on canvas

blotting out the memory

of all the effort I put in

to give you what you claimed to want

then threw away so casually

Seek your own opinion then

and let mine slip away

For if it matters not to you

why should I put in the work

to shape and provide it?