At life's threshold, light and shadow meet, Yesterdays, todays, and tomorrows, a delicate beat. Each moment a spark, a fleeting glimpse, A fragment of eternity, where past and future kiss. Yesterdays, a whispered promise, a memory kept, A whispered wisdom, in the silence, softly slept. The echoes of what was, they shape our core, Like weathered stone, our hearts forevermore. The shadows of yesterday, they whisper low, "Learn from the past, and let your spirit grow." Todays, a luminous threshold, where choices unfold, A moment to step forward, young and old. The present, a gift, a chance to create, A time to dream, to leap, to participate. The pulse of today, it beats with vibrant life, A rhythm of now, where love and courage thrive. Tomorrows, a horizon, radiant and wide, A canvas of possibilities, where dreams reside. The future, a mystery, yet to be revealed, A chapter unwritten, waiting to be sealed. The whispers of tomorrow, they call us near, "Step into the unknown, and banish every fear." At this luminous threshold, we weave our path, A tapestry of moments, where choices birth. Yesterdays inform, todays ignite, Tomorrows inspire, and we take flight. The threads of time, they intertwine, A delicate balance, of heart and mind. For in this weave of yesterdays, todays and tomorrows, Lies the fabric of our destiny, our triumphs, and our sorrows. Let yesterday's lessons guide your way, Let today's actions shape a brighter day. And as tomorrow's dawn breaks, be bold, For at the luminous threshold, your story's being told. -###- Poem’s Breakdown Themes: 1. Time and its dimensions: The poem explores the interconnectedness of past (yesterdays), present (todays), and future (tomorrows), highlighting their impact on human experience. 2. Personal growth and transformation: The speaker emphasizes learning from the past, embracing the present, and stepping into the unknown future. 3. Empowerment and choice: The poem encourages readers to take control of their journey, making choices that shape their destiny.

Sometimes my words fill your empty mouth, My strength gets you up on those difficult days, And my hope helps to carry you through, Because I love you, Sometimes it doesn’t, Sometimes none of me reaches any of you, Rejection and isolation become your sustenance, On those days ...... I love you, At times your eyes spark with the thought of a future, We drink and we dance, We fuck and we forget, They’re my favourite days by far, We love those days together, And once in a while it all becomes too much for you, You can’t see a way out of your own darkness, Everything in your head gets louder - and drowns out the hope you had, Those are the days I fear, I’m sorry I don’t have the answers, You said you wished I could fix you, But I can’t ......... fix you, I can’t fix you because your not broken, Your not lost or alone, You have depression, We live with your depression, We relish the good days and fight through the bad, We live for the moments and deal with the downs, But your not broken my sweet, Your you, Depression Is part of you right now, We can’t fight this battle with a heart of hate, We win this war with acceptance, We accept that some days you will need my words, Or my strength or my hope, Because every day I need you, All and every part of you. My heart burns so bright for you, A single flame but enough to shine a light in your darkness, Sometimes I wish things were different, That you didn’t feel this pain, Sometimes I wish I could carry it for you, But I’m thankful, I’m thankful that I have you as you are, Rather than not having you at all, Because I love you, And I’ll always shine in your darkness.

Was it me who said it’s unreal; hard for me to feel, afraid to chill, because your mouth can’t conceal, you’re too quick to reveal the unreal? Just a thought I’m already caught up; too damn far into this denial fuck naive like a child, with my one tracked mind thinking, but I stare so hard to keep from blinking. My heart is sinking further honestly discovering I only want one lover The unfailing Love effectiveness brings such an unaccomplished bliss Would it be so stupid, to diss the touch, or hold, is it crazy of me to be bold, as to tell a lie just to get by? You’ve been my comfort , a friend in some ways healed this crazy heart of years of trauma tearing me apart! The unfailing you’re almost unreal.