Puncture

I am so so tired But there is too much to do It never gets all done Hopefully today Won't be the day That I Puncture My sanity.

Day off

Motivation Is too Distant I am enjoying Blankets Teas Meditation And ignoring My to do list.

Not A Trace

I work From sunrise To sunset And then some more Sleep is a luxury That is not affordable Right now Groceries? Well… I can always eat the dandelions They are in such an abundance Right now Unlike time Money And yet not a Trace of free time When am I going to Finish the book …

Sunshine

My soul Radiates sunshine today. Smile breathe and bask.

Impression

An Impression Of sitting still Watching The river slides by And shore remains Steady.

Lost at sea?

Some days I feel Adrift On an ocean As the waves Carry me Wherever they will I let the sky Overwhelm me As I surrender Control to the elements What deserted island Will scoop me up Out of the water And give me A stable place To replenish.

Five Years

For five years I have been dedicated Signed my soul away Made promises that I would keep Because I thought the contract Was fair For five years I have been living This charade Who knew it was a Farce? Not I Or would I have obliged? It is that horrible ill feeling In your stomach …

On the Edge

I stand on the edge The Precipice of madness The world asks too much

The Fear of Writing

Sometimes I get Qualms about my own writing. I know I am not the only one. I have talked to many people who want to write but feel overwhelmed, Who have projects in mind, But are too scared that the first results won't be perfect So that they never write That first line. It's an …