In bitter-cold moments
When darkness brings ease
I’m staring in the moon’s light
Ignoring the cold breeze…
My body silently rocking
A sound in my chest like knocking
Doing 65 in a 25 zone
Racing in my head—I ignore the phone…
Emotions surge inside
With waves 20 feet high
A memory-typhoon makes landfall
Careening into my mental wall…
Imaginary echoes say: “stand tall”
Flooding wells at the corners of my eyes
I tell myself it won’t matter if I cry
Two organs in pain: the heart and the brain…
…Then tranquility descends on me
A measure of strength overcomes the ‘zombie’
Like a built-in safety valve—my mind gets free
And suddenly…sleep overpowers me.
Author notes
Several readers remarked that it seemed like I was really sad when I wrote this. Actually, I wasn't; funny enough, I was in a good mood...these 'reflections' urged me from bed at dawn to capture them in writing. And then, I was able to get back to sleep.
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powerfully felt,and inspiring.It's clear to me you've got a gift!
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Well, perhaps those readers think you are a masochist
You have some great similes here. I love the feeling of an overwhelming need to write. When the pounding in my head overcomes even the constant hum of existence until I can think of nothing else. That's what your poem represents to me, not the times that has happened, the feeling of it happening. Thanks for putting it up.
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Your welcome...
Thanks for your thoughtful comments. And, I actually realllly don't like pain. For me nor for others (lol). What I do like is that call to creativity you might say. And then...maybe I'll actually follow through (lol). Nah, just kidding...thanx again.
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