ManicWorld Magazine

It is another morning in Paris
and I am standing outside of an ancient church

it is the only thing that is beautiful
within the shattered mess
I am just managing to crawl out of
again

the light of the morning
makes everything seem a little safer
than it was not long ago
before

it is one day
since the morning
that someone saved me
from a sure bashing
as I danced on a sidewalk nearby

I know that it is a day ago
because the kind man who works in the cheese shop
and sometimes gives me some cheese to eat told me

and knowing that time moves on
regardless of how distorted things become
confirms my ability to survive another day
to reach the possibilities that are possible

I am here
alone
alive

and I’m absolutely sure I have someone
that I will return to one day
who will admire me
for coming back

and telling stories
of how it just is
how it’s just been
what kept me going
to reach a better place
to get back to who I was
once

they will admire me
for how I just am