is it the beginning?
And who will be there
in the aftermath?
It's a silent place already
filled with trepidation
And in the change of everything
will there be a window with a candle burning?
Or will it be murky
with dirt in my mouth for company?
Heartache in an empty concert hall
and no one around to even know
but me...
with one ticket in my hand
and me sitting alone in one of the empty seats...
Is that how it will be?
Worse before it gets better?
(If it gets better)
Because this pain is familiar
and there is a certain kind of comfort
in that
In knowing what this is and is not
New pain, acute and piercing...
can it be withstood when you are not quite strong?
not quite standing tall?
How do you fall
when you are already on the ground?
Is it only up from here, then?
Les'Nspired
