Reaching

I’m still here...

Reaching..

through the pain, the doubt,

within, without

trying to ground myself

again.

The world

spinning out, darkly mad,

hearts so sad

as hope gives way to fear

and pain.

The haze

blinds my heart, my soul-

loss of control

shrinks me to infinitesimal 

smallness.

Believing..

beauty lives while we exist.

Persist! Resist

the lie that works to destroy

its face.

Gossamer..

transparent, my thought,

the words fraught

with longing, pleading for

resolve.

Reaching

for the stars, the moon

a gentle tune

to lull me into peaceful sleep

at night.

Living

the ever shifting illusion

without confusion

for my soul knows every step

we planned. 

Ain’t this life grand? 

Cheryl KP

Copyright words and images

2020

Call Me Marmalade

And serve me on toast! 😱

Today couldn’t have been an ordinary post holiday Thursday. No, it was the grandmother of all manic Mondays. Holy Moly. See all those doors?

If I walked through those doors a dozen times, I walked through them a hundred! Getting my steps in! 😉 How about these doors, Dan?

But it was nothing a little pizza and beer couldn’t numb. 

😳What? You were expecting photos? Ummmm....nothing left. Not a drop or a crumb,

But oh so very yum! That’s as close to poetic as I’m getting tonight, friends.

Onward into Friday and then the glorious #Free48! 48 hours that are mine! Hopefully the weather folks are right in predicting one sunny day! That may mean a mini excursion, which means photos!  WoohooOooo! 

Hope your first post holiday day was great. 

Love and light,

Cheryl

This post is a part of Linda Hill’s JusJoJan prompt. Check out her blog for other great prompts. 

And now I bid you adieu, farewell, buenos noches, sweet dreams...

Goodnight...💤😴