To Become Action

By J.S

I dreamt clouds the world could make shape of

Spoke loud so not to be mistaken

In the shape of space on the way back

I saw daggers I placed into my own back

Colors thick, unmixed, in a slurry

A life

And was urged not to hurry

I felt guilt and shame, took the blame

Yet today I carry so little worry

I found habits that derelict duty

Cabins to quiet the stir-crazy

I fell in love without any maybe

Found joy in the face of just steady

I began to fill holes

The same I dug looking for answers

I begged hope to become action

Stared off into static

Then returned to planning

I held hands with ever after

Sat down to see stars

Amongst all the laughter

Sat close beside her

I began to lose that solipsism—

That place I thought we all lived in

Morning crept through curtains

Grateful for the multitudes

I went sane from trying different

Behaved as though it fit me

Stress came in small batches

Still woke with little rapture

Thought thoughts that made me smile

Sent love to many after

I found what I was wanting

Without borrowed ideas haunting

I began to make routines

Something like the life I’m seeing