Possible

It’s

best

not to

linger on

the surreal abyss

growing outside

your door.

Breathe a little.

Your lungs

seek indulgence

before

the battering

of the storm.

And as the horizon

darkens,

and the method

to your madness

walks out,

you are

left

to the innocence

of your past

when

everything was possible

and the negative

never shadowed.

But now,

you know.

You know

the truth

your mind

concedes.

Everything is still possible.

#poetry