Time For Close

A time for close,
End of an era,
Erased into dust.

The old me,
Past me,
Time of doubt and insult.
To be left its close,
A time let go as it drifted by.

Put to rest,
To end.

A phoenix rising,
From the ashes of its burned past.

A time for a start.
All working out,
Friends by my side,
Even when feeling lost.

This time to close.
Final shine,
For the next day.

New Bright Day Shining

New bright day shining,
So much to come in the ever,
No matter the good or bad times.
Always having that bright shining day to come.

A little step,
The step to be taked,
Forged throughout.
To be made,
So nothing but casual.

Moment in the making,
For the taking.
This time that only comes once,
A time, fleeting in its beauty.
The night brightened up.

The fleeting time to make the most of.
Oh how I can’t stop.
The moments coming so close,
Trying the best I can.

The time in the making,
The time here.

In the fragility of the time,
This better moment,
To be better,
In its better feeling.

So much in the past,
Left unsaid,
Relegated to the death of the past.
An erasure, for the better times to be had.

So much feeling,
In this world,
The clearest moments.
Lucid in their intricacy.
Beauty is their currency,
Simple times for the making.

Music to the soul,
Better in their making.

Of the new,
The bright shining day,
Irradiance of night.

Writing this, feeling good, chatted a lot to a really good friend throughout my shift today who’s helped me a whole lot. Feeling good, much better, believed in, encouraged and helped. Feeling much better, finally got over feeling down about my overthinking, knowing it’s irrational, but the feelings persisted. Feeling better!

Writing this poem for me, for them and for another dear friend I’m thinking about, always never failing to make me laugh, smile haha.