Margin⚓
The Art of May✨
A new month begins with a fresh kind of glow,
And I’m liking the rhythm, the steady and slow.
They say that consistency is a rare kind of art,
A way to show depth and to stand out apart.
I’ve noticed the brightness you add to the dawn,
A thoughtful routine as the curtains are drawn.
It’s sweet how you listen and follow the lead,
Giving the day exactly the spark that it needs.
But a new month asks questions of what stays the same,
If the fire stays lit or if it’s just a quick flame.
I wonder if habits will wither or grow,
Only the passing of Sundays will show.
So here’s to May, and the joy that it brings,
To beautiful mornings and all those cute things.
Happy New Month; let’s see what it holds,
As the story continues and May now unfolds.
Masked 🎭
The air feels heavy, like a storm held in check,
With ghosts of a conversation around my neck.
I’d trade every breath for a moment of grace,
To bridge all the distance and look at your face.
But pride is a mountain and longing is deep,
With secrets and promises no one can keep.
I reach for the words that I’ve buried in salt,
To find where the rhythm has come to a halt.
But some lines are drawn where the light cannot reach,
A silence that speaks more than words ever preach.
It’s safer to wander where shadows are thin,
Than open the door and let everything in.
So I’ll stand in the waves and I’ll watch you pass by,
With a wave of the hand and a mask on my eye;
I’ll keep to the shore where the glass is still clear,
Protecting the peace that I’ve gathered right here.
