When will it be okay to just be tired?
not angry
-startled by shadows of fear
not depressed
-nursing hate into despair
not anxious
-spinning wants into the air
Just tired
-resting calm
eyes closed
-finding peace
Nocturnal
Regret
Listening
between the lines
of gray and green,
dreaming
lost in regret
with want and hope.
From Under
When the under stuff sticks
stays
like a cape
covering all the hurt
hate
from within
reaching up to find
a breath.
Froze
Future unknown
saved in silence
a work-until-death view
of life suspended
Froze.
Unseen
Life moves beyond the time of a single life
no longer seen or known or heard
aware no one is aware
the hundreds of heart beats pound in fear
so small
so alone
to catch your eye if you dare
Chill
Bone cold
shiver
wanting a way to warm
forgotten
drafty doors but solid walls
shaken
within the embers burned
Christmas Angel… saving 2020
Winter
coat white outside
layered over
inside
lost in a season
incognito
buried in the hope
rooted within
nurture
Cold near death
alone
no warmth of breath
no glow of caring-
but running deep into pain,
a voice heard without a sound made
into a space where healing begins.
Nurture
Cold near death
alone
no warmth of breath
no embers of care
but running deep into pain
a voice heard without a sound made
into a space where healing begins.
