Words on Day X

I remember how it was before;
stumbling down sunlit halls
with my eyes closed

I remember long nights
choking on the words
of poets with dark dreams

In all those midnight
recollections of mistakes,
years later I see myself saying
to a faun caught in the demon grip of youth–
of all the mistakes I ever made,
this was the worst:
to ignore the truth;
(and doing so, destroy
the only ā€˜Iā€™ ever allowed to be)

That ALL beings deserve to be happy–

even me, even me.

So breathe, my love, breathe.
and while doing so
view the world equanimously;

you will never again live
in waking dreams
but will always be right
where you need to be