As I woke, My pillow wet.
My subconscious must have emptied out my fears as I slept.
Why then this anchor, this sullen bet.
My conscious mind, "you've seen nothing yet."
If I do not empty out these thoughts on paper,
They will settle on my shoulders, cover my view.

The future needs a friend.
A someone with no end.
A soft word a hard hug.
Coffee conversations till 2 am.

The boulders in the road fall from the mountain of you. Alone I try and clear the way
but the daylight has faded.
The future is there but this lens must be jaded.

This teacher of tears has tought me much.
Push, through the struggle.
Yourself first, you must love.
Share a smile with a stranger... even when your sad.

And dream with your eyes open.
This life's not all bad.

A expert out of my book "Pillow Stains"
By Bonni Bird