2019 a time of uncertainty

Like any other. I wish it was new…

This flutter of hope I have that things will get better. But no, I’ve felt it before. I must not give into the weakness that comes with that flutter…

So I shall remain forever cynical. Thanks Mom. Thanks Dad.

deflection

a lonely heart
cried out to mine
striking a note
i’d rather not chime
if only i had a vote
alone by choice
i was somewhat content
quelling that voice
that my heart sent
till the echoes
of a lonely heart
reverberated within me
and made a song
that does not belong
touched a place
i thought i’d erased