A Thousand Moments Like A Comet, Come And Gone

A page with infinite room

So much space to recount

Every cloud in my chest

But I will not

Because what I seek is rest

How can I know that I won't just explode

If I say the right words and cry my tears of gold

I've wondered on what it means, the human journey

Admittedly, it's found only in the hurting

Because when I've burnt my finger, I valued the print much more

And when I've been attacked, behind their anger, I felt sad in their core

As a child I dreamed of the day I could finally act out

To scream, to kick, to finally lash out

To gnash my teeth with froth in my mouth

To finally, finally be seen as my head sounds

But now that I have grown and moved away from home

I understand them more than my weeps and moans

I cannot bring myself to hate those who have wronged

I cannot release my pain for any poem or song

The moment I've dreamt of for so, so long

I watch everyone else take it, but I stand alone

The oldest daughter with thoughts of her own

Always too careful to dare touch her drum

A thousand of these moments all pressed into one

A green comet, 50,000 years in coming, then gone

So my eyes will water as I suppress this yawn

Because with all of this paper, I'm meant to only write wrong.