I had intended to put up a blog post. Instead I’m putting up a 90% finished poem.
Sitting in this easy chair,
it should be comfort but feels more like despair
as the world turns just outside the window,
one room over all in life is right,
my daughter sleeps with childhood delight,
her small fuss enveloped in blissful sleep,
little head lays down next to her stuffed sheep,
and stuffed animals surround her in bed,
making a childlike crown to grace her head,
as the little princess lays down in slumber,
to dream of a world with countless wonders.
Outside the window I stare,
as overcast skies block the suns radiant light,
the air has a subtle breeze,
there is a hint of mirth dancing in the evergreen trees,
one lone bird glides in the overcast,
the blanket covers the earth so fast,
the heavens seem to disappear,
following me are my fears,
trying to swallow me whole,
this world wants a pound of flesh,
providence puts me to a test,
the sun breaks through for a moment and shines on me,
the light dances mirthfully through the trees,
and I pray that the light will deliver me
from my self.
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