#29 of 365 – “bruised”



how fleeting

those moments

of light

can be,

before the darkness

I carry


what I see.

I feel crazy


or at least


as my esteem

holds on,


and bruised.

I’m not sure

what happens

from one day

to another,

why my moods

fly open

then slowly

get smothered.

but I wish

I had more

to offer

this life,

than the constant


between beauty

and strife.


About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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2 Responses to #29 of 365 – “bruised”

  1. sassyD says:

    Just maybe that constant imbalance is what it is to be human and what it is to be creative and questioning. Remember, Beethoven was considered way off balance–so was Chopin–so many current and past artists.

    Can you imagine being with someone who was totally balanced all the time—BORING!!

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