Writing this, so it doesn’t linger.
Jesse I know, you’d applaud
my “clever” ways to cope.
I’m building hope
in a place where walls shift
and words quake with an unfamiliar tune.
I’m out of the shadows
out and living to the fullest.
I don’t want to dim my sunlight
while it’s shining within me so bright
Jesse, you said to just be me.
I wish I could put you in my pocket,
when my handwriting is too sloppy
and my words leave my mouth
before I could carry their weight.
I don’t forget.
I hear you scream aloud
use my mind that’s wiser,
even when this wave is too high
to behave.
The flood gates have emptied
and I’m rolling with the stones,
accepting there shall be
an inevitable low
But I listen,
I find my escape,
in deepest parts of misbehave
and misadventures,
still fearful, but I’ve paid my dues,
leaving my mark,
while I’m walking in the barren woods
leaving all that’s died in me
in some other graveyard.
Dawning Creations 
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