File On

What would I do if I had a place to place my thoughts?

if an ear would hear me out, what would I say?

if a shoulder were to shoulder all my worries, would I share?

the truth is that I’m dying to engage

I’m dying but not desperate

I’m dying because I’m not desperate

because I’d rather die than share in vain

because desperation is vain

if you haven’t seen it and don’t understand it, there’s really no way to explain it

I’ll find what I’m dreaming of some way, somehow

the platform escapes me for now

it’s so close, I can taste, but maybe the time isn’t right

My mind always races and if I let it convince me, I get ahead of myself and that’s what gets me into trouble

but not this time

my only resolution this time is to be patient

and if I never find it, my thoughts are to die with me

one by one

like the Ella Wheeler Wilcox poem

one by one