struggling, tumbling
breaking
bumbling
tripping, stumbling
gripping,
wondering.
balancing.
recovering.
standing.

stretching.
breathing... ...
Seeing, feeling.
smiling.
moving.

Lying here, trying here
to be something
to be strong
a grounding foundation
something to build upon.

not so easy as it sounds.
to put ones own feelings on hold
to help another
with feelings untold.

struggle and break
to love and make
this thing once beautiful
again

its less about myself
than it has ever been.
and lost in this
i am

the path less traveled

beaten by few feet

barely seen,

only really felt.

trudging up, and through

arms, guarding my face 

as the trees try

to turn me back.

Suddenly, a break

light ahead, i think

maybe a reprieve?

but only, i see

i'm right back on the main road.

again i went.

walking in circles.

head down, i head on

up the road,

defeat in my eyes

i cry out, "where is my guide?!"

Day

twinkling rhyming, moon beams shining

replacing, in a way

the light, of the former, day.

through blackness of night, faint stars turn bright

to shake away,

the dust of day.

beloved ties, heartfelt made, under night skies

hold tight, even

through light of day.

starlight, star-bright, 

first star i see tonight

light the way

guide my sight

i wish i may 

i wish i might

break from this mess

escape from this night

my wish

oh this night

unsure steps

tentative, ness

moving on slower

less

not so much as before

but a little more careful

stress

not too much or

a break will occur

loss

the start of it all

hooray sadness, aloneness

the feeling of a soloist

climbing alone, no rope to secure

if i slip, or miss my next hold

a long fall down 

it will be

so i must press on

reach and

move up

until.

slip...