This Moment

Hands curl around my cup, tea seeping warmth into cold hands.
Back curves deep into my chair, cradling and supporting.
Headphones covering ears, blocking out all noise but the notes I want to hear.
Gathering strength from others’ words, telling me not to worry cause its all gonna be alright.
Tongue tasting my own words as I follow along to the words of these songs, singing out my strength for all to hear.

Poem Update

This is a poem I wrote for day 3, but didn’t post until now.

From A Writing Prompt:

This place which is not a place,

Which does and does not have a corporeal home.

Infinitely bring all things together, swirling them round and round each other.

Dangerous, the only reason being if you fall in you can’t get out.

A wormhole through space and time, taking each of us different places.

Hither and tither across planes of thought and time.

Every person knows it is there, a spot in the sky, yet nothing is know about its inside. 

It is empty space, sucking in matter and leaking out light.

Mixing the good and bad all together.

Simply a black hole. 

 

For Day 4, I had no words at all.

Day 4:

Dry as an empty well,

There are no words in this head of mine,

Only marbles and random thoughts rattle around,

Waiting for the water of thoughts and letters to fill in again.

 

Day 5:

Heart stopped, day of blinding tears and crazy joy.

Family coming apart and then pulling together, for a celebration of reunion.

Smiles fill the air, unaffected by the storm outside, threatening snow.