Saturday, April 29, 2017

Pebble

This sadness inside me,
it's like a pebble.
Hard and cold, but small.
I can carry it around,
without much trouble,
in my fist sized heart.
Yet sometimes,
it rattles against my very bones,
this pebble,
causing such a din
that I can't hear much else.

Wednesday, April 05, 2017

The search

Most will say,
look above,
forget the dark,
find a sun.
I say,
it's only
when you go
deeper than
the darkness
that you truly
find light.