Bone weary I walk toward
familiar sounds of lullabies
drifting away from an unknown
that feels just like home…
Hoping to finally hang the hat,
may be take a forever nap
But your strings still attached,
begin to tug on my heart
Calling me back for one more
adventure by your side.
So I tell the Angel who opened the door,
“Not yet my time.”
And smiling, I rush back to you,
waking up to your darling sight.
Woke up today to realize I had posted this poem on IG yesterday while I was half conscious and utterly exhausted. Re-read it and man, do I hate it! Forcing creativity never works with me but I did promise myself that I’ll write something, anything when my symptoms would flare up.
I guess someday I’ll look back on these shittiest of works and would feel a little less embarrassed for lack of any talent whatsoever for poetry or art of story telling. But hey, at least I did survive yesterday and for that alone I am mighty proud so I thought why keep the joy to myself. Why not share it with my three wonderful readers of this poetry blog?
So here you go, Reader. I hope you find enjoyment in this work as much as I did in hating it. 😁