ears stretching
into the darkness
seeking the soothing patter
of raindrops upon the roof,
hoping their rhythm
will bring rest
to a restless mind;
a comfortable backdrop
for dreaming
Category: Poetry
Old Bones
spring's glistening drops of dew
have become a harsh frost
settling deep within the bones;
the sun is slower to warm
though I find myself
in less of a hurry
to move through my day,
content now to linger
over a fleeting minute,
absorbing more
of all that surrounds;
the sharper the cold
the more welcome
the warmth
Meaning
it is no badge of honor
this ache of inadequacy
I seem determined to carry,
the outside world does not
spend sleepless nights
sweating over how
it can do me in,
yet I am all too willing
to exhaust my mind
in worry
over the its decisions;
it is a search for meaning:
we all want to make our mark,
to mean more -
and we do,
to those who matter,
though we often fail to see it -
these faceless entities
we give ourselves over to
should not be where we search
for our self-worth,
it must come from within,
we give our lives meaning