Balance

Truth

That yes was yesterday

for the new dawn brings

a self that wakes anew

where something has shifted,

unnoticeable to the eye

but rooted deep within,

brimming with questions

rising up and through.

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An idea

One day you see a side

that you never knew existed

and the vision shifts a little,

just very slightly altered,

but just enough to wonder

what else did you assume?

For you only moulded me

on what you wanted to see.

Alive

With the dawn, we rise.

But it is with the night

that we come alive.

Our true self realised

with dreams fast escaping,

seeping into reality,

becoming just a memory,

faster than we are ready.

Empty

Slightly burnt, with crusts a little too thick. 

The last of the butter, evenly spread.

A little sweeter, perhaps? Too bland otherwise. 

Is there anything left in the cupboard? 

Jam, marmite, lemoncurd?

Maybe the marmite. 

Some will hate but others will love. 

They’ll say the taste is too strong. 

Lingers. 

They’ll have their opinions. They’ll say. 

But still they will take, despite their talk. 

And when there’s nothing left, they’ll move onto the next,

leaving nothing but a few crumbs and an empty shelf.