Limitless Abyss
She knows no limit
Driven
Stewed deep within omen and obstacle
she can manipulate
however finds truth in its antithesis
For life is not meant to be orchestrated
The crescendos we reach on our own in unmeasured time
While her body and mind distract
her heart: redirects the lost and keeps the wondrous ones at bay
She treads lightly now on the bridges she’s rebuilding
her manifest destiny broken beneath her bare feet
She carries on
What else would you have her do
In untimely progression
she bares witness to the wake she leaves behind
An unending sea
raging with passion and envy
crashing against possibility and scenarios of what might have been
With this perspective:
on the calm side of the chaos
all that exists is what is
What might have been surely seems diluted
True to form
she still walks the thinnest line
Testing waters
contemplating wading
for a ship that leaves her sunk
She stands up
Allowing her tears to fall
Heartbroken
but better in the end
Significant to a fault
What can be broken and truly repaired?
We transcend machinery
Yet the shell, so delicate
even a mended heart is battered
barring scars to tell it’s tale
She leaves doors unlatched and words unspoken
Rhyme and reason were never a good match anyway
Making do with one
she releases reason
There is safety in numbers and comfort in between
Magnificent in her own unraveling
she knows what she is
but wonders if anyone else can see
She knows no limit
Driven
Stewed deep within omen and obstacle
she can manipulate
however finds truth in its antithesis
For life is not meant to be orchestrated
The crescendos we reach on our own in unmeasured time
While her body and mind distract
her heart: redirects the lost and keeps the wondrous ones at bay
She treads lightly now on the bridges she’s rebuilding
her manifest destiny broken beneath her bare feet
She carries on
What else would you have her do
In untimely progression
she bares witness to the wake she leaves behind
An unending sea
raging with passion and envy
crashing against possibility and scenarios of what might have been
With this perspective:
on the calm side of the chaos
all that exists is what is
What might have been surely seems diluted
True to form
she still walks the thinnest line
Testing waters
contemplating wading
for a ship that leaves her sunk
She stands up
Allowing her tears to fall
Heartbroken
but better in the end
Significant to a fault
What can be broken and truly repaired?
We transcend machinery
Yet the shell, so delicate
even a mended heart is battered
barring scars to tell it’s tale
She leaves doors unlatched and words unspoken
Rhyme and reason were never a good match anyway
Making do with one
she releases reason
There is safety in numbers and comfort in between
Magnificent in her own unraveling
she knows what she is
but wonders if anyone else can see
