The night settles round me like a warm cloak.
Thoughts scurry through my mind
Like dark thunder clouds
Racing across the sky
Flying past my consciousness
In a ghostly mist.
As the delicious dessert that was my life
Crumbles around me like week-old cake,
I pick pieces from the crumbs
and try to fit them back together,
but the jigsaw pattern of what now is
does not let them fit anymore.
Truth tries to slip through a tiny crack in the wall
That I spent so long building.
As I gaze at the widening crack,
A shimmering box appears
Floating before me.
With trembling hands I carefully open it.
Inside, a tiny throbbing glow shows
On the very bottom of the box.
A small flutter of hope is still alive!
Carefully, I stem the flow of truth from the crack
With this little gift,
And smile.
The buttery yellow glow of the sun
melts through the curtains
of my bedroom window.
A new day dawns,
And with it ...maybe ... Hope.
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3 comments:
beautiful, Sazzy !
I think we all have something from which we want to escape. Our night thoughts point us to our basic selves, that which we cannot escape easily but only temporarily. So we relish those moments of escape that they are an important part of our life, just as are the night thoughts.
Love yuor metaphors, Sazzy
What seems so clear in your night thoughts - can bring either hope or despair- as a new day awakens so does the hope for a brighter future. Your poem has opened my mind to a better understanding of the truth in my life and the realization that at least one other has the same thoughts in the night… D…
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