Rosy
Our memories are
a foggy glass through which we
gaze into twilight.
Our memories are
a foggy glass through which we
gaze into twilight.
I have seen my shadow
and given him a name
and ever since that day
I have never been the same.
I’m strong when you are weak,
brave when you are meek,
bold when you are shy,
and hold you when you cry.
I am my lady’s champion,
her lover, and companion.
You’ll find no other quite like me –
the epitome of gallantry.
But service comes with a steep cost
and the marks of what I’ve lost
criss-cross underneath my mail,
marking all the times I’ve failed.
And few will know how much I’ve grieved
for not being as strong as she believed.
I realize I have in me
a tyrant and destroyer
and yet this epiphany
will only make me stronger.
This morning I wake
and face the icy new day
along with the dawn.
I used to believe
in the American dream
until I realized
that it was nothing more than
a silk noose around my neck.
The words which tumble out my heart
get caught in my throat
and wither before they’re born.
Eat your heart out on
a day dedicated to
overconsumption.
Late night addictions
lead to bleary-eyed morns
for which coffee and tea are sustenance
against our inner maladies.