Angel

Someone's watching over you.
Drifting in,
Drifting out,
Sometimes, you can feel her.
She's right beside you.
Her hand holds you still.
Her kisses keep you grounded.
She speaks,
But quietly.
She knows that you are strong.
And you breath.
It's hard.
But you breath.
And we all stand behind you.
Holding you up,
Lifting you onward,
Loving you.
And still, she's beside you.
Laughing as she finally hears you say her name.

Guardian Angel by lostknightkg from deviantART

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Unrequited Hope

hope by hengie on deviantART

Grace shines in the sky,
Promising spring from winter,
Bare branches remain.

 

This week’s haiku/tanka prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie asks that “you carefully analyze an emotion within you, attribute a word to it and then let it out in the nature in the form of a haiku or tanka”. Reading through my past blog posts, I see a common theme of hope threading through my thoughts. Many times, I find that my hope is, in some ways, unrewarded. And while I do not think that hope is in any way a useless endeavour, sometimes things can still feel, well, … hopeless.

Awakening

This week’s Daily Post Writing Challenge is to write a piece of poetry. I haven’t written poetry in awhile, so I’m afraid I’m quite rusty, but I hope you like it!

Awakening, by ElenaKalis on deviantART

Breath in, breath out
  One foot steps in front of the other
    Each heartbeat echoes the one that 
came before

Breath in, breath out
  Eyes close at night, 
    Eyes open in the morning
      
Breath in, breath out
  My day begins
    And, as ever, my day ends

I have lived every moment before
  Experiences, 
    Recycled, 
      Relived, 
       Reinvented ...
    They move me not

      And I wither

Breath in, breath out
  And now my feet are still
    Rooted in place, with roots that grow deep
      They dig into the ground and keep me 
frozen in place

Breath in, breath out
  My heart is racing faster
    My heartbeats are chasing each other
      Pulled forward by some undeniable 
attraction

Breath in, breath out
  Eyes close and
    Little explosions of colour against a 
backdrop of darkness
      Eyes open and
        I am blind, but then the scene 
comes sharply into focus

For the first time, I am awake.