Delirious
I’ve become more
thoughtful about life lately
Envisioning about
how I’d go escaping
Those feelings feel pale,
almost like my soul turns
as stark as white gets,
Becomes as cold
as the ice gets
Beautiful as
the eyes get
Tricksters in their
demise and yet
I still feel like I’m
pretending
to be at home
within my
own bones
And I’m shedding
off more wool than before
Maybe the guard around
my heart seized to let it restore
These questions I wasn’t
there to get my proof from
I wouldn’t have to look
for these answers if only
I could’ve gotten some
Trying to be optimistic
about what a wonderful
world it is to see
To be grateful you’re here
and trying to be happy
- Leah Rae