Horizons

Look beyond the horizon: Is it the future that scares you, or is it the sad face that you see every day in the mirror?

If you had the chance to trade all your visions and premonitions for a day of being okay with yourself, would you grasp at it?

The holes in our hearts, the cracks in our trust, taking a toll on our reflection, to the point of inflection where nothing can make us at peace anymore.

Too blind to unsee, too mute to unsay all the cruel things that brought us here, hurting the ones we hold dear, burying ourselves deeper and deeper inside.

Watching from within the darkness at a newborn day, taking grievance at its unbridled luminance, we forget that we, too, were once newly born, and the whole world could fit in our hand.