Without knowing what else to do What else to write I sit and glare at a book only half finished I look for help Nothing seems to help my writer’s block Getting rid of a character might do the trick
I breathe, And notice Their shades There With me, The older And the younger, Quietly Yearning To be Received. My mind Pins Them there, In respective Corners, Puzzles To be sorted And compiled, Until my Heart does What my mind Cannot. Then we breathe And we settle.
It's hard to see Goodness It's easy to hear the Bad We each fight our own Battles But why don't we walk hand in Hand It seems like we only Hurt But there is so much Love The light is just inside Us And together we'll fly like Doves
sometimes the moon is all i have. for it listens in times of frustration it listens in times of misery it listens in times of sorrow and it listens in times of grief but i guess that is what i need most the fact that i just want to be heard.
yet when the sun dawns upon us it comes with an eventual relief.