Tides Of

A moment of confusion

Of whether or not

A longing for answers

When things look the darkest.

I shiver as I consider

Possibilities, consequences

I dread the travel back

To the beginning

Where voices around

State what I should attend to.

A cacophony of noises

An influx of wishes

Demanding recognition

Sole winner of the moment

And the years to come.

Shall it be mine

Or a wish repressed

To welcome the desolate soul

Into a moment of relief

Short-lived, but still there.

A Walk Through Memory

I walk through the vines

They slither over my feet

Delicate yet numbing

Draped over branches

They hiss as I walk.

As I see ahead

The uncertain light 

Of nostalgia yet regret.

What lies beyond

Miles of blue

From a point

Of should I 

Or should I not.