A Shifting Tide

A Shifting Tide

The world, a canvas, ever-changing hue, 

A masterpiece where landscapes come and go. 

But in this dance of change, my heart feels blue, 

As familiar comforts slowly start to grow.

The tides of time, they ebb and flow with grace, 

Yet leave behind a melancholy trace. 

The old gives way, the new begins its reign, 

But in this shift, a part of me remains.

I cling to memories, like shells upon the shore, 

A testament to what once was, and no more. 

But in this sadness, hope begins to gleam, A promise of a future, a vibrant dream.

- cocoaTea.poetry

Introspective

Introspective

At times, its hard to express the way you truly feel. 

More often than not, we struggle to identify what that even is. 

All I can say is that I am grateful to God for His mercy. He is a great God and He loves me.

Impeding and recurrent

Like Arsenic, I smell sweet but leave bitter tips on tongues

I cause all things to burn, to blossom and become undone

I am famine, woe and ruination

I am the inner and outward expression of internal violation

I am the keeper of the peace, I am the breaker

I am the rudder on the ship in the storm

I am the unraveling of all things,

I am your strife and your sword

I sing your lullabies and keep you warm,

not in winter but in summer when you don't need me

I am thirsty, I am grace, I am pain

I screech, I devour and I accomplish

Yearly subscription to my services except for the mercies of God

I have come to tell you about a time, incipient, incumbent, that will come

Rest in knowing that its all moving, not a funeral dirge

but the whoosh sound of quickness

before our comprehension

There exists a proof and

a pattern to be found in these woes, these wounds, these scars

- cocoaTea.poetry

composed 26.8. 2023

Overwhelmed and going under

This thing lives in my chest

It stifles and strangles me, wheezing tight sips of blessed breath 

between gnashing teeth and a clench-locked jaw

I want to scream, I want to cry, I want to die

I want to say all the pretty words

I want to sing pretty melodies

with crafty, competent accompaniment

But this thing lives in my chest, rent free

No taxes, no overhead, no HOA no finders fee

Through tight thoughts and scrunched foreheads,

 throbbing veins and squinting eyes

I want to scream, I want to cry

This thing bubbling over 

 a roiling boil, yet it never rises to the top

Let the mercy of God keep me.

- cocoaTea.poetry