The Poetry Marathon

I slowly pushed open the door.
The sound of years having passed
cut through the wood.
I crossed the floor slowly
as to not move the room.
Claiming the old wooden chair in the corner,
listening to the stories
only these walls could tell-
Holding the memories time had not taken.
Nothing looks the same.
Was it this place, or I, that has changed

Reckless.
As I place my step gently
I feel debris beneath my feet,
weight on my chest.
Pieces of me scattered on the floor.
To be still.

Reckless.
I hold tightly
each long drawn breath.
It has become more than I could hold.
I let them go.
Better I’ve known.

Reckless.
Without reason for reason had left me.
Left me at a door I could not open with a key
that would have broken in the core.
What I knew was selfless,
yet undone.

Reckless.
I hold shards of words that have left me.
They had froze, fallen to the floor.
Shattered-
the words could not hold weight to gravity anymore.
How reckless.

She once belonged here
The faces she once recognized-
Ghosts
Hesitation turned her shoulder cold
Another look
That space-
Empty
She never belonged here at all

I write my secrets in the stars

holding hope

one day the constellations

will catch your eye

Leave the words

painted on black canvas

The light to hold all I can not say

If they should fall

place my dreams there

May this longing light the night

This light guide me, find you

I could not be moved
Only consumed
as the wind pushed the air
trapped in my lungs
I could not be moved
The foundation beneath
my boot, dug into the earth
Unsafe
Consumed
Unaware
I stand in the fire

take me to the water