Teeth grit like vice grips on steel.
The metallic hiss rings unforgivingly long.
I raise my hands to the air
Empty handed I surrender.
Empty handed I look for answers.
Yet none rings true for this.
Like a swinging pendulum
I’m hot and then cold
Impatience – an unwelcome friend yet makes itself all too known.
Trying to pacify myself is like
Trying to run backwards up a hill.
Continuously falling downwards.
Makes for a bitter
I’m self pity.
Woe be to me for I have seen more tragedy,
In my little mind’s eye than you’ve seen wrongs over rights.
More sleepless nights,
As the hag rides,
Seem like nursery rhymes
Compared the stories I rewind at bedtime.
A December Day
The air is crisp, cold and clean.
My breath sparkles in its grasp like fairydust.
I feel like a fairytale’s dragon.
The darkness cloaks the clouds,
Choking out any lasting glimmers of light,
As the sun sets low in the Winter sky.
The trees look fragile.
Their vulnerability exposed,
By the nakedness of their form.
Patience is a virtue,
As you wait for the freeze to thaw.
Spring is almost upon us,
The wait won’t be too long. .