Silent

 Disconnected,

counting the metaphoric miles

between my world and me.

Struck by the reality

of complete strangers surrounding me.

Disconnect,

don't understand anyone-

but be there,

to be...

Exist for what?

To be me,

or something,

or nothing,

how am I to know?

I've become lost in my existence,

what have I been created for?

Once, I knew the answer,

had a super singular view on life,

well, my view has strayed.

I've humbled myself.

My problems became menial,

and I can't bring myself to care

about the menial any longer.

The world can take my menial life,

and I'd be none the wiser,

as I have nothing left to offer.

I continue to breathe,

but can't understand why.

I don't belong here,

don't know why,

but I continue to be.

Clear Your Mind

Find peace within yourself,

brew some coffee,

watch the steam rise.

End personal battles,

pour yourself a cup,

wait for it to cool.

Tea isn't for everyone to spill,

quiet your mind and mouth.

Focus on yourself,

tune everything out.

Open your mind,

don't think,

take a sip.

Take the time

to be transparent.

Take Care

It's a sad world full of sad people.

Everyone can commiserate in sadness.

Reach out with your sorrows,

outstretch a hand and ask.

The power to say no

to negative thought 

is in your hands.

Fingertips to slip through-

don't lose your hope,

don't lose yourself.

Feel Your Fate

 Blank canvas and I, 

we have quite the relationship.

Found myself blind, 

using my fingers to read 

the texture on the walls.

How much more blank canvas could I be?

Faceless, mirrored, I stood, 

trying to recognize myself.

Blank canvas was all I could see.

In a panic, I ask myself,

"Who am I?"

I am faceless, blank canvas.

Read the walls of acceptance.