And just for thought...
I can't tell you
the frustration that sometimes sits with me
or why it slips away so suddenly.
I question the tension that never leaves my shoulders.
Upon sunrise, I am fine.
It is a glorious new beginning for another triumphant day
but some mornings
it is sorrow that nudges my tired eyes awake.
I cannot shake it off,
pinpoint exactly what part of my life it stems from.
When I think it is loneliness,
I realize I'm much more content alone.
When I believe it may be home,
I know the love that surrounds me there is joy.
I can't give words to
the fire that sometimes burns too honestly
or why it fizzles so swiftly.
I wonder what it is all for.
Soft embers warm me,
stroking places no one ever sees,
sometimes I forget that are there.
Other mornings come with such a chill,
unable to clear the frost from my eyes.
I cannot say why I go from one extreme to another
when I feel my life is lacking
or how quickly I embrace wonderful.
I accept the next round,
always accept the next round,
and wait for the following storm.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.