Coffee-Soaked Pages

 


These coffee-soaked pages that I’ve been staring at, for days on end,

Ooops I am clumsy I know but let the pages sip slowly,

Let them feel what I feel when coffee is in my system,

Maybe I am thanking them for the days they have been my voice when I couldn’t speak,

They’ve taken me to places that can only be imagined,

And I do not know what is worse,

To drown in the waves or die of thirst….

 

Here I am, looking out of the window,

A feeling of nostalgia, or is it Deja vu?

I must have been here before, this looks and feels so familiar,

Maybe I was meant to live in a different time,

But this time it feels calm, soft, peaceful,

Please don’t pull me out of this train of thought, I want to stay,

Please let me stay, even if it's just for a moment….

 

I’m waiting for a sign, to show me this doesn’t exist but it's not coming,

Maybe I am used to the wrecks, underneath are endless thick layers,

They are coming off one by one and I am scared,

Scared that they will show  how weak I am, or how strong I pretend to be,

Happiness feels strange, anything can go wrong any minute,

But I’ll go for it, I’ll land on the moon I hope…

 

All that’s left of my coffee-stained pages are what was, not what will be,

I don’t try to wipe them off, they are art,

I smile, satisfaction, I am living, I am no wreck, I am not lost in the chaos,

Right now at this moment, I am alive and that’s what that matters,

Like a missing puzzle piece, I am complete.




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