I fight the cold hardness from descending upon me
I fight romantic sentimental memories from crushing me
I fight my past influences from blocking fluidness
I fight wanting to run to her and her and her
I fight the words coming out as advice from leading
I fight the quietness I am so used to from isolating
I fight this pen from not being honest
I fight the space to keep it open
An indispensable moment,
Draped in poise,
Cradled me
In its enormous influence,
And waited to see
If I would earn excellence.
In the midnight twilight,
Where fluidness meets
The gravity of all we've known,
I felt a conversion
From sanctimony
To humility.
Perched high above
Stinging words
And glittering ego,
Stood an unadorned reminder
Of simple greatness
As formed by the original architect.
Oh, deliberate sphere,
Help me to emerge
From this wretched silhouette
So I may become
Something more
Substantial.
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