The feeling with no name drifts like fog, Silent, but heavy,
A pull from somewhere deep Where words don’t reach.
It settles like a quiet ache, Heavy in the chest,
A place for any poems, Prose and general ramblings by myself
The feeling with no name drifts like fog, Silent, but heavy,
A pull from somewhere deep Where words don’t reach.
It settles like a quiet ache, Heavy in the chest,
Don’t linger in the shadows of what has been,
That darkness is deep and familiar,
it holds you like a heavy anchor.
Keeps you treading water to avoid the depths.
But life is a all too fleeting ride,
A carousel of moments, to be experienced and embraced.
Just,
Let go.
Cut the rope;
Let the anchor sink into the darkness as you rise
To live another day in search of those moments.
There is light waiting if you are brave enough to try.
Kayt Sept 24
In the land where olive trees no longer sigh,
Mothers without children dream of better times.
Their arms, empty, ache with longing and unfulfilled futures.The girl
In the absence of me
I can imagine their lives,
Free of the burden I bring
Free from worrying of what new problems are arising,
And how I will cope with yet more to carry.
I see the love in their eyes, their thoughtful worlds of encouragement at the simplest triumphs and it hurts
Everytime it hurts, though I feel the joy mine and theirs.
It hurts because I know,
And I want,
But it’s not for me
And I dont know why
Kayt
11-11-22
Creeping inside my skull
Long tendrils of bitter cold