Going Round Again
By Morgan Morleigh Major 8:19 PM
11/1/2019
Picking up the pieces
Right where I left off
It seems that I've been granted
A second youth
At times, I feel
No time has passed at all
I think I can do it
Rise from ashes strewn about my broken
past
I want some more
Did you ever want some more?
Did you ever believe your life was over
And then find it had only paused
A break in the action
Or inaction, in my case
I had become stagnant, my own folly
And now, I am renewed
Something old and beautiful stirs my
blood
The passion of adolescence tempered
With the wisdom of age
I have become the me I was always meant
to be
And I am still becoming
And becoming
And black is my favourite colour again
It grounds me
So only the man I aspire to be twinkles
through
The pain is light, today, almost absent
Burdens seem distant
Unpleasant memories wrapped softly in
the healing dark of this night
Perhaps I wax nostalgic but
I feel like I am ready to grow up again
To pluck the fruit of ripened
possibility unreachable before
Freed from the limitations of youth.
This time
I will be
Unflappable
Unstoppable
Unafraid
Unequivocally myself.
And I am ever-grateful, because second
chances
Only come round once.
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Dedication to Loki
By Morgan Morleigh Major 10/25/19 7:04
PM Eastern Time
With you
I feel
Liquid, light flowing
Genderless and equal to
Never lost and found in you
With you
I feel
The flame within
Grisly ashes float inside
The globe of my repentance
With you
I feel
The softness of my own demise
As still, again, I gently rise
The same as ever in your eyes.
With you
I feel
Searing tears revealing faith
The epic rain of salt and rhyme
And here's the trick:
I'm still the same
With you
I feel
The fire inside the rain
And every drop of blood in every vein
Cries to you, and never, ever in vain
With you
I feel
My mind and body sound
And wound up tight
I bow to you, I pray, I weep inside
your hearth
With you
I feel
Like a new man from an old story
You told so many stars ago
And I am yours
Because
With you
I feel
---
A Rock and a Stone
By Morgan Morleigh Major 9:10 PM
11/4/2019
How long
Did you pretend happiness
When misery was all that I produced in
you?
How long
Did you contrive to cast me aside
Before I gave you a convenient reason
to?
When did
Comforting me become a chore you
couldn't bear?
When did
Taking care of me start to seem unfair?
You knew what you signed up for
I kept nothing from you
You knew that I was broken
I confided in you
All the darkness and the ashes
The memories like pebbles in my pockets
And what did you do?
You made a promise to keep me
And love me
I warned you!
I tried to be perfect for you
But the day I cracked was the end for
you
And the end of me.
How long
Didn't you love me, dearest?
How long was the lie that tied me
nearest,
Made me falsely fearless?
“My rock,” was what I used to call
you,
But I was just a stone.
How long
Did I dangle there, around your neck,
unknowing
Before you cut me down?
How long
Was I an impediment to taking up your
crown?
Well, remember that stones
Can be polished, cut and honed.
Rocks
Are just so.
