Fragments of the Mind

I learned early  Betrayal doesn't always start quick Sometimes it sits beside you And waits to be picked. Dusk taught me this. How the light exits slowly, Without apology or reason, Shadows stretching   Things that were never meant to be unearthed. Most of my life I've lived In the between world of  Not broken enough but  Not whole enough. I carried versions of myself  Like postcards. Unsure which journey of my life I should share. At times, Survival meant failure. Softness meant weakness. Staying meant not trying harder to leave But dusk never pushed for my decision It only asked me to be still So i stayed With the void With the questions With a yearning of  how to exist Without permission. This book was written  In the moments i almost disappeared- And the moments I didn't. If you are reading this, With a tired soul, And a quiet void you can't name, Be still  with me awhile. The light hasn't left yet

   Blue isn't a color Blue isn't a color Its the reality of existence. The lump of unrecognized chaos in your throat. Blue isn't a color Its hearing that voice in the back of your mind The one that says stay in bed, it will all be fine. Blue isn't a color Its seeing the smiles and hearing the laughs And knowing that nothing really ever lasts. Blue isn't a color Its fighting the urge to cry even on days that shine. And carrying a burden that's never truly mine.  Blue isn't a color Its the calling of our name out loud And not recognizing the voice Seeing our face in the mirror  And knowing this isn't our choice.     . Blue isn't a color Its the song we long to sing But cant mutter the words without  The fear of the memories that it brings. Blue isn't a color   Its carrying a quiet sadness, hoping someone doesn't say its too loud. The world spinning your chaos closer to the ground. Being hollowed out and expected to still be whole  A q...