patience – nor of the west

averaged

i don’t recognize my life anymore, it’s living itself

there isn’t a place i can rest my head that feels like my home —
maybe that was a concept only for childhood

i’m like tempered glass, i can take anything and never break,
but i feel nothing either

my highs and my lows have been averaged out
to a near-constant forbearance

i don’t know if i’m stronger for keeping it together
or stronger if i’d let myself unravel

it makes me happy to make you happy
but i don’t know who i am anymore
or if i should strive to be anyone at all

Love has made me
and love has effaced
the me that was made,

Leaving behind only that
which can understand
that there is deep meaning in being where one finds themselves

And deeper meaning in being present
to see the light
of a thousand stars twinkling behind a veil of cloud
in the early hours of the night.