There has been a lot happening in my life and in the lives of those I love.
I am not one of those people who doesn’t feel, despite that I try to look at things logically.
Considering, sometimes I feel so much I expect I will explode.
Feelings are like that sometimes.
But I don’t.
I don’t explode.
I sing (at least internally).
On the day it feels like your world is falling apart:
It is no different than the apple falling from the tree.
It’s the crisp fall day where the sky sparkles brilliantly.
But there it is, in truth be told-
A sorrow that feels deeper than your very soul.
In the linings of these organs lays,
The pulse of life, of breathe, and of hope at bay.
Tempered to release and be set breaking forth-
But that’s all ushered aside ’till your heartbreaking’s morphed
On the day
On the day
On the day your world comes apart.
On the day
On the day
Yes, that day when your knit apart-
It’s all new.
You drag your feet as they tread the ground.
The surface is the same, with the world still spinning ’round.
But you see below what others still don’t know-
That it’ll never be the same so then your feelings flow.
On the day
On the day
On the day when your world falls apart.
On the day
On the day
On the day when your knit apart-
It’s new.
It’s change.
It’s new,
And its okay.
It’s just change.
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