My pennies
Always heads-up
Laid out so neatly
Some shinny and new
Passed thru the hands of few
Some used endless times
Still, no challenge
To their worth
Each a collection
I never planned to keep
But now
We’ve become each other’s history
Just pennies in hand
This is where I leave you
Because you won’t go back
And you don’t want to go forward
And I can’t stay here
You have always been honest
and I’ve caught you in lies
or exaggerations
or something that was meant to ease me
but tore at my skin from inside
And a deep breath
an exhale of relief
This is where I leave you
I wouldn’t even call it a break
An unhappiness
Regret
The void
In the shell
Of my emotions
A white canvas
Torn thru
My motivation
There are no pieces
There was no break
The cold
Burned
Hot as the sun
And I am paralyzed
In the actions of anything
To keep my mind
From living
Don’t leave me alone
to the haunting
of my mind’s
own design
I will collapse
and burn
in the shadows
of what you leave behind
I see now
where to go
I tried to fly
across the ocean
To find the islands
they all write about
But I am no seagull
only a lone eagle
I will rebuild my nest
high on the mountains
And fly
on the roughest currents
Here is where
I remember who I am
Paper Moments & Broken Lines 