final din time ticks slipping away flowers bud blossom shrivel and die she gently breathing gathering hope for 1 more day of sun of rain of winter storms too of smiles of laughter of many hugs who thought the clock
darkness doesn’t win i cannot remember a day when darkness didn’t cover me in a cloak when light barely broke through a crack in the shade when opening the door took every bit of strength that i no longer had you kept on calling
oh my child oh my boy exhausted be you rest while the party continues music plays in the street and i feel my feet would dance for a few more hours oh my son fatigued you be rest while the chores be through in
passing – in gray he slipped away unnoticed as light dimmed into dull grays his breath no longer with life he found his way by angel’s wings caressing with endless love they carried him to
i’m confused woke up this morn clear headed i thought my dreams had me lost in the meaning of life head screaming get more rest my arms and legs unable to move my pillows and blankets have formed a nice warm nest feeling so cozy
anxiety isn’t the enemy if i could bathe away fear i would soak for days finding ways to convince myself anxiety isn’t the enemy coming to grips with apprehension is growth they say baby steps i feel more like a crawl wanting my security blanket that was tossed
