Value

"it hurts that they see you nothing more than something to be used."

"it hurts even more that you let them."

Suspended sunrise

The crowded trees and bleached barren sky of January 

carve into me like knives of bleakness and desolation. 

Time goes on moving relentlessly 

And with every tick of a second I am reminded 

of the pendulum ticking away at my innocence 

of the hourglass with sand piling up on the wrong end 

I could still hear my mother’s effaced cries in this now hollow house 

The silence woven by her absence that took up so much space 

Something took me back to the towering 

A slow drift that took me before I had realised 

I am drowning in cascading waves of yearning 

With those mountains colliding within my chest 

All that humanity 

These are the days she left behind.

bruised knees, all broken

look at those mountains colliding in that chest of yours

could you be redeemed with all that chaos within you

all that humanity

do you remember what it was like to see the world from an eternity perspective?