Parts of Me

 

There is a part of me,

That knows no emotion-

Walking blank and black,

Thrust into the Noir.

There is a part of me,

That is happy-

Deliriously so,

Delusional as well.

There is a part of me,

Afraid to let 

The dam break,

Or the guards down-

Hesitant to fuel,

The controversy that curiosity 

Can alone raise. 

There is a part of me,

That's watchful-

Silent and steady,

In a pensive gaze

Cast across the world around-

Reserving the scorn,

That myopia can bring. 

There is a part of me today,

That keeps counting the seconds,

Instead of the blessings-

To go beyond,

And very far away - 

Where the elasticity

Of the horizon line,

Is still unknown.

That is a part of me,

That is scattered and splattered -

In debris of my hubris,

Picking up the pieces-

To still hold on,

Un-waned and Un-tamed.