Please have a seat while I try to complete a few lines of poetry, stitch them together like a quilt, with hope they comfort in a moment of need. As I read on a daily basis others posts, some with beauty, some with so much pain, I realize, we all have something to gain, from each other, called love.
This morning arrived, sky gray
mood matching my own
sleep baled, ended up in my own hell
where demons abruptly pounced on
every ounce of strength hidden deep within
trying so much to be alive
but I do cry.
Please, have a seat, I repeat
while I give you a peek inside.
See, when I write, which is quite often
I lack skills, do not know the difference between
or what a metaphor is
I merely write
only degrees I have
are 3 Degrees, singing
When will I see you again,
a thought my heart has each night.
Please, have a seat…
A special thanks to the squirrel for posing & inspiration 🙂