Here’s a poem written/inspired by the 4/9/2014 Writer's Digest word prompt “shelter”. It’s quite fitting as tonight has
been a rough one with insomnia.
“THE PERFECT STORM”
My protection, my world –
to rely on others, to pay money
to others has become
the norm…and it’s getting old.
Peace of mind seems fleeting.
to rely on others, to pay money
to others has become
the norm…and it’s getting old.
Peace of mind seems fleeting.
Ride the storm out –
especially when sunny days
mislead me with quirky mirages
only to segue into fitful sleep -
chronic, chaotic dreams
when night does fall.
especially when sunny days
mislead me with quirky mirages
only to segue into fitful sleep -
chronic, chaotic dreams
when night does fall.
The storm does end, and sometimes
ethereal debris left behind
has purposeful design –
fertilizes and offers renewal to
battered body and soul -
a powerful force to overcome, to survive.
ethereal debris left behind
has purposeful design –
fertilizes and offers renewal to
battered body and soul -
a powerful force to overcome, to survive.
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