The bright lights,
And the ridiculous noise
The useless meandering.
The only place it all makes sense,
Is here
Closed off from it all
In the quietness of my head.
In the heartbreak,
In the ceremony for all that was forgotten
In the preciousness of each breath
In the balm of never you mind.
To break through it is to ignore it,
To rise is to do so despite it
To claim it is to make space for it
In a world, I am not convinced can handle it
nor can I
I am not sure I have the strength to hold onto
Such disregarded beauty,
Such loss
And sorrow
In the bright lights
And the ridiculous noise,
The useless meandering.