Poem

And there will be evenings,
When you are so sure of every
thing
That you know in your heart you are.

Your loves, courage, and stamina
All-time-high
And your fears will be non-existent.

Maybe you will fall asleep,
Passed out in bliss, draped over the arm of the couch
Your limp body becoming expression
Warm smile tempting your lips.

Maybe you’ll wake up, to the harsh light
Day-light
Reassurance is just another thing strewn across the floor
Filtered sun, though the closed shades
Illuminating failure.

~ by fayeelizibeth on 06.22.2010.