Midnight Poem

The turning point

Was not a turning point

Just a reason to move on

In the same direction

Restless and relentless

Trying to solve

The same problem

The same way as before

The Poem at midnight

Will not tell you that story

Again, sorry

Family Meeting

The silence and tension

Is still in the air

Unable to find a good

Way of talking

Solving not just

Containing problems

Eventually you leave when

The contraction and denial

Becomes unbearable

The Projection of Fear

Fear is a strange thing

It catches you

Holding you hostage

Making you not solve

Anything, just avoiding things

Still sometimes useful

But only when you

Trust yourself to act

Upon it

Morning Issues

In the early hours of

Morning, I woke up

Writing

Again and again

misplacing important things

Trying to creat a structure

For

Dealing with the most painful

Things in my life

Debt, conflict

Unresolved Issues

Maturing trying to get

Out of the cave

Starting to feel

The inner strength

This is magic in it’s

Purest form