Constant

It's a constant

push and pull.

Desperate to be seen

but need to be 

invisible. 

It's a constant

fight and surrender.

Desperate to forget

an insatiable need to

remember. 

It's a constant

struggle for peace.

To prove I'm alive. 

To wake up, though I want 

to fall asleep. 

[Call of the wild.

Cry for help.

I howl at the moon. 

All my life of growing and living

for a single night's bloom.]

It's a constant

burst of light

and death to the dark.

A painful, bitter,

withered spark. 

It's a constant

deep down desire

to finally be known.

Put the pieces together

all on your own.

[One at a time

with a single breath of hope.

I tried to give myself away. 

Finally pulled together

like a tightly woven rope.]