I’m cloudy
though sky
is clear
wits stolen
by sleep
dreams linger
like last
evening’s supper
still rumbling
words come
with difficulty
like twisted
shirts fresh
from washers
maybe coffee
yes coffee
will wipe
nights grime
from eyes
Author: Harlan Didrickson
I first started writing this blog as a way to refocus my thinking after a debilitating mental breakdown in 2008. Having been educated in writing, I had hoped that my love for words would have left a trail for me to follow and, well, here we are.
IsWhatWas
All that
is is
a part
of what
was and
that what
was is
now the
is that
what once
was nothing
just is
before it
was what
what was
Emergence
It’s here
now here
I knew
it’s arrival
was imminent
but things
such as
these prowl
sneak pounce
one journey
starts another
first suffering
then humility
second healing
then isolation
now emergence
and empathy
I have
walked miles
of wondering
wandering to
finally find
myself quietly
forgiven here
Journey
The quiet
light in
the deepest
forest attracts
the attention
of the
weary traveler
no fanfare
just a
glow ahead
and glimpse
of rest
a bed
a blanket
and crumb
Night
In dark
I listen
to heartbeat
and sleep
with drowsy
and dreaming
this that
you turn
so faraway
in night
I fear
you will
never return
to me
