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.

Times So Close

Times so close,
A world renewed.
The day good and passing.
The world so good,
In this moment and ones to come.

A fire burning within,
Passion and renewal.
Facing down a past so dark.
The shine to be found, found.

Heartfelt with times so close,
A world to be,
A world to make,
A place to make,
To be free,
To be me.

This time,
One so close.
To be.

To face it all.
To make what I can.
To be free and whole.

To shake off the darkness,
To be light and bright,
In the face of it all.

To make the world shine,
My world shine.
In it all.

Those times so close.
Making it through,
Dancing all whole,
A world so made.

Breathing free, whole and me.

Times so close,
Times to be,
And to be me.
Times so close.

Talking to a friend, finished the season of that tv show that reminds me of one when I was a kid haha, a good day off after months of working at work and uni,

Looking Back On The Dark Past

Looking back on the dark past,

The waves of turmoil and turbulence,
Left to the confines of memory,
Ever real,
Yet faded.
Ever-present but subsided.

The demons peering out through the bars of their prison.
Smiling and waiting for a time to claw out.
Back to their prison,
Let them stay.

Looking back on the dark past.
The dark path left behind.
Relegated to my past.
The darkness behind me.

Smiling, at how far I’ve come.
Standing on the hill triumphant.

With the path ahead,
My own,
And not my demons’.

Demons relegated to the jail or torment,
They subjected me.

Forward I move,
Into excitement, happiness and bliss.
The world full open,
To make my own.
To forge my path
To grow and shed off the past constraints.

Unshackle my chains.
Break out of the darkness.
Shine a light where it never reached.
Armed with a torch to light up my darkness.
To push back the darkness of those I care for.

I forge my path,
Torch in hand,
Flame burning strong.
To help all who need,
To shine a light.

Looking back on the dark past,
The end of the long-dark night.
Mere looking,
I turn around to walk into the light ahead.
Turning my back on the darkness of the past.
Demons left to rot.
Left in darkness.

On I walk,
Into the light.

After looking back on the dark past.


Been doing better recently, a friend on my MoodTrack, is going through something similar, and when trying to help them out, offer them kind words, what has helped me, feelings of what it was like. They got me reminded of the dark past, the demons left behind but not completely gone. They inspired me to write this. Reflectively.