We understand pausing to catch our breath…
its never easy…
“Even breathing carries a price…”
Sunrise, sunset
shared and alone –
I speak of coffee
and mists
shadows and the winds
trees, birds, passing cars…
I wonder of friends,
life, memories –
new and old…
I hurt sometimes –
real and hard; and sometimes
just inside so very, very
inside.
I can hold my tears
– done that most of my life.
Seems most are shed for others –
not silly me…
but its hard –
harder in the mornings
sigh…
awaiting
anything than what you … have
had,
or know.
We can touch the emptiness
and sometimes find
that it isn’t quite so –
empty… as we thought
and we put names to our hopes
and FEEL their voices inside
but always risk who we are
…if they end.
And they do –
end.
CHris
Hi Chris, such an honest write. Mornings can be and are the often the most difficult part of the day for some. I hear you. Moved by your words and the struggle I felt contained within. The title says it all.
The other Chris
This is quite a good poem. It’s thought inducing, but not overly manic like some. I really like it.
Well done.
I appreciate your pausing with one of my writes…
CHris
This is really good, felt a little sad reading it but that shows it’s good.
Poets allow us to “feel” what we have experienced behind our eyes… Thank you Fia for you pausing and sharing thoughts.
Chris
Mornings are hardest, I think. Just placing both feet on the floor is a victory. That first cup of coffee does more for me than I can say. We’re all in this thing called life, together. Thankfully, this venue offers us a human connection. Hang in there, Chris!
Definitely there as the alternative IS unacceptable… chuckling here – Hi Kell…