Dark and Light


I wonder sometimes

If I am too attached to tempting spirits

With all their flash and loud chatter

They seem to keep me occupied filling voids

With all the things that don’t seem to matter

I wonder during my absence of self-respect

Why I seem to dance to their eerie tune

 I look for and chase their shadows

Basking in the filtered glow from an eclipsed moon

I don’t understand proper balance between energies

Sorting and accepting what is and what can’t be

I don’t want to be scared of the rain, getting wet

Or get too comfortable hiding behind every tree

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