Leaning in to find


Often late at night

heart blurts out

words impossible to rhyme

as I lean in to find

an aura of me

one that ignites like stars

on a sleepless night

when each thought burns bright

often more than can be formed

to comprehend until

morning shines again.

Waking to find

traces of where I’ve been

often reveals despair

removed by scribbling down

hazy tunnels of gloom

rhyming none the less

with a rhythm of

internal love.

6 Comments on “Leaning in to find

  1. A beautiful thought expressed in the most exquisite language; your poem touched my heart. ❤
    Looking forward to reading more from you!

    Liked by 1 person

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