Day: January 15, 2020
Musical
Sitting in the car
Listening to the sounds of days
Stillness filled with pitter patter
Hitting against the window
Watch
Trickling rain falling suddenly
Droplets beading
Rolling slowly, then fast
Sliding Onward
Musical Drops
Noting Rain
-Yonnie
InHisCare
Light
Tireless champion
of spreading hope,
my sun painted
the color of love
on the skies,
for your eyes,
to see light.
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Fire Tempts Fate – prikcab (Ian Perlman)
it burns
in an instant
upside down
twisted and turned
the calendar date
on paper will pass
memories remain
outlasting fate
peace by your side
love in your heart
nothing for granted
we are along for the ride
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Daily Haiku – Mon. January 13, 2020 – Poetry For Healing
Haiku In the wilderness Where no one is listening voices fall to ground Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Source: Daily Haiku – Mon. January 13, 2020 – Poetry For Healing
Heroes Vs. Villains
“Sometimes I wonder if I’m
the hero or the villain in my story.”
Sometimes I wonder if I’m the hero or the villain in my story. I know what I’ve survived. I know what I’ve overcome. And I know what demons I still need to fight. But I also know what kind of mark I’m leaving upon my loved ones.
I know I can’t show my love like a normal affectionate person. I know how sometimes any light or sound will make my head feel like exploding. I know my anxiety can make me restless and lose my temper. So I do wonder. Am I a hero for overcoming, but with a few flaws. Or am I the villain, for not being the person I should be for the ones I love?
© Sarah Doughty
2018
Either way, I’m not without flaws.
The Reluctant Poet 