Here

There is a way this world settles

In which light and dark are both transparent.

The marks people leave upon this world are too often scars.

You don’t get to choose if you get hurt,

But you do have some say in who hurts you.

There are times this world is beautiful

During which i have learned to tread lightly, and yet

Still leave enough footprints to be remembered. 

He told me that details are important so we don’t repeat history and so

Life is written in fine print.

There is a pain that comes with this world, 

Of which only a select few of us know.

It is the ache of being tired, of never being able to stop, 

Pushing yourself–

So you don’t have time to think.

Beating hearts make noise,
Even when broken.

Learn to be careful with what you wish for, everyone can disappear with the dark, but I 

I can be gone by the light of day.

There is a place in this world where probably everything is okay all the time, 

And it rains when you ask it to. This is not that place.

I am afraid the marks I am leaving are scars,

Not yet even scars, but wounds not healed over. 

We all try to leave our fingerprints, to mark something so we can say

I’ve been here.

This was me, I did my best.