Hello friends. Today has been difficult. I thought I'd share another poem with you; this is about a situation I'm currently in with a close friend. I don't know what will happen, and it's scaring me.

So, yes. It's one about hurt, but perhaps you will find some hope in it. The title is "Endless".



here I stand,
lost in a world where the north star
points only to you.

we are balanced on the knife’s edge
between breaking and broken
teetering on a tightrope of cobwebbed secrets
and throwing each other messages in bottles
that some(how) always seem to
get lost in translation

so when did a smile turn into such a
(long) distance phone call?
a deft game we pretend we are not playing
for a victory that we (can)’t hope to win
without each other?

there was a time, once, when we had
a link that transcended words
and one glance from you
could speak straight to my heart
but (this) language that has flowed
so effortlessly between us
seems to have withered and died away

and so we push and (tug)
and pretend that we do not need air to breathe
and that the screams lying underneath the surface
are not ones (of) desperate want for something
that we have never before needed to name

even though both of us know
that the apologies, silent and screaming
mean nothing at all
in a world where the (war)
is waged with our greatest allies
until the last person stands
still fighting an endless battle
in the cage of their own skin

and the people whisper stories
of the wizards who found a magic in each other

that was