Deep from within
there is a humming
sound like
hmmm…
searching for the right words
wondering about the path
questioning every step
longing for true essence
harmony of life…
hmmm…
look down scolded fireworks are nowhere to be found nor sounds to hold dear nor scapegoats running near. you might shy away. I know I am lonely ashamed imbalanced closed down.
skipping through life
sounds like fun
but i mean
skipping the mornings with the children
skipping dinner time around the table
good conversation
laughter and love
I’m not only there for the tough moments
am I?
Squinting.
I can almost see you
with vintage eyes
a scent of what’s it called… Old spice,
and a river of snakes just there…
Beware!
it’s not for me to f
a
ll
or fail.
Your touch…
soft and strong
definite and defining
reassuring and exciting
I am smiling and
seeing again for the first time
the sunburn soon to hurt.