New-born
Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2021 1:48 pm
4am: craving rest,
your aching arm could wither soon,
rocking a child you half regret,
unable to hold this tune,
you’re losing time, leaking sense,
on speaking terms with the moon,
but somehow,
the night
will pass.
Steering a life is hard,
though you’ll find a kind of fuel
in smiles and cries, thickening hair,
when your molten emotions cool.
You might wound those close to you,
and regret that you’ve been so cruel,
but there’s infinite time
to mend your words.
Awful nights will break you.
Days undone will do it, too,
anchored to a life without character.
Sometimes, murky moods
will sink your belief and your courage,
but you’ll do as only you can do,
and you’ll find yourself in the clearing
with a child who teaches you
how to see life anew.
your aching arm could wither soon,
rocking a child you half regret,
unable to hold this tune,
you’re losing time, leaking sense,
on speaking terms with the moon,
but somehow,
the night
will pass.
Steering a life is hard,
though you’ll find a kind of fuel
in smiles and cries, thickening hair,
when your molten emotions cool.
You might wound those close to you,
and regret that you’ve been so cruel,
but there’s infinite time
to mend your words.
Awful nights will break you.
Days undone will do it, too,
anchored to a life without character.
Sometimes, murky moods
will sink your belief and your courage,
but you’ll do as only you can do,
and you’ll find yourself in the clearing
with a child who teaches you
how to see life anew.