Poem A vulnerable moment Tried to hide in the car Drive home in floods and sobs Lip quiver all before you arrive home Reach desired destination Emotionally numb to hide
Poem Silence, pause, and settle The dry soft pages Hundreds of magical words Creating worlds More perilous More adventurous More romantic More possibility Then the real world.
Poem Low winds in the sails, Energy chopped short Motivation lacking Get going push the exhaustion reach the end, break through the burning ache, then flop. Stop. Breathe. You made it.
Poem Sweltering Oppressive heat A wave with no relief A huge ball of fire Beaming over flesh Until crisp and red
Poem Just breathe 1, 2, 3, In out, in out, in out, 1, 2, 3, Just breathe You can make it through this Time is still ticking This has an end, you can make it.
A poem from my experience of working a minimum wage customer service job. Every time.
Poetry about the feelings of returning to work after being away in lockdown for months.
The 59th and Final part of this story poem.
This is the end.
A small poem about the easily set off explosive rage.
The 58th part of this story poem. It is the second to last part.