Thoughts racing
Like windmills
Heart rushing through,
Don Quixote under spell
Brain, a futile Sancho
Trying to bring it to reason
Dry plains under a harsh sun
Dreaming a promise of rain
A Summer marked by falls
A Fall that begins with standing up again
Picking up the pieces
The endless cycle
This is not the end
Just a new beginning
Again,
And again,
And again…

Hey girl, it’s me again
Always thinking too much,
Always afraid to overstep
Wondering about that leap of faith
And we seem to have it good
Around you I feel alive again
But I can’t see what’s on the road
What’s next lies behind a curtain
All the banter and no pushback
Still I’m never sure if you like me back
Sometimes curled up I let my mind wander
But then I call it back, too afraid it’s a goner
I thought such fears were in the past
I’d given up, that die was cast
I thought l’d never get another chance at this
Life was always less hit and more miss
But here I am, butterflies in my head
Wondering if fate is really this kind
Doubting the truth of what I see
Wondering
If you really like me

Shifting lines in the sand
Of love and intimacy
Ebbing and flowing
Never really settling
Heart lost in idiosyncrasy
Everything ahead a foreign land
An unraveled strand
Of misleading intricacy
I’m blind but tottering
With an inkling
I will find mercy
By your hand

The heartbreaks
The pains
The failures of life
I call them my Kintsugi moments
I pick up the pieces of me
That are broken
Put them back together
Lovingly
And paint the cracks with gold
Its light shimmers
And guides my way forward
Always brighter