This is National Poetry Month and so I’m passing along this poem crafted by a gentleman from my local writing group. I’m so lucky to have found them. Enjoy!
And just what do you do when what you do isn’t enough
To satisfy your thirst for more
To appease the natives scratching at your brain
To lift you
To hold you up and make you
What do you do?
Feel like this?
Stressed to the breaking point? Ah yes, it must be Christmas.
Breath in. Breath out. Bake more cookies.
It’s just a dream
Trying to hold onto
A better time, a better day
Reaching for a touch that doesn’t exist
A thought of being that might have been
It’s just a dream.