I miss how it used to be a home here...
A place to confide without caring about judgements.
It's still the same
Yet,
There's this truth that's staring back- whenever I use this same sword;
Until I am truthful to these words
I demean them.
Doesn't feel I should really write something I won't make.

No second chances to prove right
Cause that's what makes u feel alright;
Even with u going downhill!
Dissembling becoming an acquired skill.

Everything is a degree
Ain't about eyes that see
But the one who does
Seemingly boon yet a curse
U never know the colour
White unstained is a rainbow blur

Will u walk down lanes
With steps paced
Heavy without cranes
To carry weight encased
No blame games and toxic possession
The act of taking in recession
To give, to love, to live, to serve?

'Cause that's the end of never ending recess
Anchor in the wildness.