Monday, October 14, 2024

Tiptoe Through the Wilderness

Stable is different than happy.
Stable is struggle and not giving in
To darkness that swirls and growls around;
A daily excuse we delude as enough
As though there's a rim to this pit that we climb
Never ending this feat, tightest grip!

Stable is different than happy.
Hell's doors locked sinister, snapping and slapping
Don't deny that I've see it,
A dream? Nightmare in a beautiful dress.
That sweet summer day I try to remember
A soft sun, a cool breeze, a moment of peace;
Something that well people get.


Stable is different than happy.
Stable is taking the meds.
Stable is speaking out words that sound normal
Stable is touching a world that is cold and 
Smiling while facing the brink of extinction.
Stable is not losing yet.

Stable can't imagine happy long.
Can't see past this moment of misery,
No finally; no rest.
Stable burns, cry quietly.
Happy lies it might come yet.
Stable knows there is no end.
If only silence was a choice.