Misty morning has broken
My world is wet with tears
Though I move forward
I cannot fight my fears

The ground beneath shakes
Change comes it’s inevitable
Mustering courage and trust
Covering pain that’s unbearable

Poetry is hard today… My world is shifting faster than I can keep up with.
Making sense of this forced change, if sense can be had; is just so damn hard.
I think I’ll leave my umbrella at home… No one will notice my tears.

~ kei
22 April 2014


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