Your footprints are swamped by his
no matter how old you get, how tall you grow or how wise.
Because the ghosts will always contort the mirror
so you appear small, a mere cub
hiding in his father’s shadow.
Tag: scar
Releasing dark
The black is seeping from your eyes
more and more
it won’t run clear, never, no.
Lightens with every drop that splashes on the floor.
Lavender green, a million dreams
we can hold
without worrying
they’ll be stained.
Things that stay
How do we rate our encounters?
What if we were given a stamp for each positive one,
a scar for each negative,
a freckle for those of no consequence?
Could we read each other’s lives that way?
Noting all the joy,
regarding all the hardships.
Would people want to be displayed like that?
Raw.
Open for discussion, ridicule,
pity, doubt
also
compassion,
love, trust
and empathy.
In a world where everyone wants to hide
while simultaneously
glued to social media
sometimes
noticing details of another
can build the strongest bonds.
Treeshallow Musings 