But yet

Everything is different but yet the same.

Some things are clearer, but others are blurred out dots in my brain.

My screams become bubbles floating up to meet the clouds

Never quite making it, only slow popping sounds.

 

Nothing is permanent, but yet here I stand.

Some thoughts become shredded, come back I demand.

My tears become ink, slowly sinking through my flesh

Turning pain into wisdom, hot into fresh

 

It is all complicated, but yet someday it’ll make sense

Someday I will think, that was you, the beginning essence

My questions become answers, lightbulbs ignite.

It’s time to hold tight and just go with the ride.

 

Tomorrow will come, yet today is still here.

Don’t think about what’s far, but grasp what is near

My heart will break, yes, but eventually it’ll heal

So from now until then, keep learning and stay real.

 

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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