but a feather
/i am but a feather
drifting between worlds
forced to float
on the whims of the wind…
i am but a feather
drifting between worlds
forced to float
on the whims of the wind…
If I was to die, would you cry?
Would you look up at the sky and scream why?
Would you lament being shy for not asking after I?
Please do not deny.
Just know that I am forgetting my why.
You don’t need to be a spy to see that I don’t have the energy to try…
Looks can be deceiving,
Behind a smile lies darkness,
An illness invisible.
Laughing through sorrow,
Acting through pain,
Lying to survive…
Memories compress,
In the recess of the mind.
Thoughts confined,
By the passing of time.
A shine dedicated
To a past divine.
The horrors expressed
So totally mine…
Mindless scrolling
Looking for validation online
Filling the time
Filling the void
Someone just liked my post
Fleeting happiness…
I’ve just released a new poetry book,
If you like my work, please give it a look.
It’s dark and edgy, full of adult themes,
It’s an exploration of reality, where nothing’s as it seems…
The fear of imperfection.
The fear of not being good enough.
Crippling inaction.
Stuttered words.
No self-worth.
The fear of failure causing failure.
Not inability, talent or a lack of opportunity…
Adulting, would not recommend.
There’s just too damn much to comprehend.
Work, work, work, work, no time for my friend.
Now look at that, my life’s about to end.
I do not rate,
My current adult state,
Always running late,
Trying to put food on my plate…
A flower blooms,
Its beauty unrecognised.
No depth, no feeling,
Only cold calculation, a knowing…
Hey there, I’ve made something new and fancy
It’s a poetry collection that’s raw and antsy
It’s words on a page for the bold and chancy…
This is shadow work with a twist.
- Featuring -
12 exclusive guided audio tracts, introspective contemplations, expansion challenges, & email coaching.
Read more about the course here.