#versifyingpens

Elevators

I’ve never liked small spaces.

The constant ups and downs;

Being confined behind closed doors.

Waiting to arrive at destinations;

I’ve never been a fan of elevators.

Yet, here I am, patiently waiting;

Except this time,

I was intrigued by the ride.

Something changed when you stepped in

Before the doors closed;

Back on the doorstep of loneliness.

Purple and blue:

Bruised knees.

Red. Red. Red:

Blood on the floor.

Black all around:

Darkness enshrouds me.

Home is not a place where your heart resides,

Rather, it is a place where your heart loses itself;

Leaving an empty hole behind,

And I am once again back home.

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What’s wrong with taking a sabbatical?

You fear that it’s something so radical,

Time off can lead to happenings magical-

Mental peace, clear goals, shifts subliminal..

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Whats wrong with taking a sabbatical?

Even if nothing happens that’s magical,

Even if people that matter look quizzical,

Even if you can’t justify how it’s logical.. 

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What’s wrong with taking a sabbatical?

Nothing, for you can’t always choose practical

Nothing, for you need to refocus and mull,

Nothing, for this one’s for you, imperfect you.

How much longer will it be, before I finally know, if this is love or not? There's no way it couldn't be and nothing terrifies me more. I'm passing each day praying we won't meet, when in reality I'm jumping from place to place thinking of your photo hidden in my gallery. Excited we come close, scared we don't dare disturb the reality. Many a difference layed out in-between and that undying fire within to accompany. Such an urge to ignore everything and all, yet such compulsion of life that you cannot. Exhilaration becomes me when you're around, it's pure bliss and yet, I'll admit I'm scared it's love, it's You.

How much longer so you think it will be, before I know ?