Poetry
my personal poetry
Space to breathe
Space. . . . to breathe
to rewrite – tattered pages, smudged from the tears that flooded my cheeks
to reach – deep within the soul that has been locked up and chained with silence
to remember – the confusion that engorged my brain with dense unsettling fog
to rest – allowing the entire earth to reset, a hibernation for humankind
to restore – hope for humanity as they re-emerge for a new kind of normal
to reconnect – taking in the scent, the sound, and the sight of everything we love
to reimagine – myself, whole and unblemished and ready for a world of tomorrows
Seasons of Age
young and carefree days
ferris wheels and cotton candy
walking hand in hand
getting lost in each other’s gaze
smooth skin and bright eyes
dropping love notes in the mail
dreaming of the their future
planning their wedding day
so many memories to capture
beginnings happening everydayyears start to drift together
now it’s bills and dinner menus
passing each other in the hall
loosing oneself amidst our jobs
wrinkled skin and dark circled eyes
leaving to do lists on the counter
planning for retirement days
getting their affairs in order
so many memories to look back on
as they realize age has settled inSunrise
Fire bursting from the sky
Yellow, pink, and red
A ball of light rising high
Awakened from my bed.
Your majesty seen above the waves
Your glory shown ‘round the world
You created such a masterpiece
When your sunrise was unfurled.