In the Puddle
A poem about struggling through the highs and lows of life
Published in
Dec 16, 2020
Dreams vanish
and I find myself
in the throe of
scary nightmares
Where did they go?
the sweet love songs
replaced by
the tragic dissonance
High notes come down
and the base strikes me
I’m on the floor
in the puddle of my sorrow
Grief appears
like an old friend
taking my hand
to the sea of weeping
Drowning in
the waves of my tears
I’m taken over
by the force beyond me
Will I come back
to the place of flowering
where nectars flow
and dreams continue?
Will I share in
the joy everlasting
beyond the veneer
and into something true?
(365 Days of Poetry — Day 334)
