Poetry and I haven’t spent much time together. We get along okay, but generally as acquaintances, rather than the ‘friends’ that most other writing and I are. I enjoy reading other people’s poetry but haven’t ever done much myself. One night, though, my brain fog was particularly bad. The kind where you feel like your brain is unraveling. You know what I mean? And in that state, I wrote a poem. If that is what it can be called. I hope you enjoy!
A note to any poetry lovers: In light of the previous paragraph, excuse any poetry mistakes I may make. 😉
Wisps
My thoughts
are merely
wisps
not much
more than
this
Dreams and
hopes and
pains
sifting
through the
drains.
Certainly not
straight
coming along
in a
very odd
gait.
Struggling to
surface
amidst a
whirling
ruckus.
I’m not usually a huge fan of poetry, but I really liked this!
Thanks! I’m glad! 🙂
Sara, we think you are a family blessing. (Not a problem) Through your illness, your family has had to struggle to draw near to God, as well as you. They have had to ask the hard questions also. What better gift could you give them? Even though you didn’t mean to give it to them.
Your friend and neighbor, Debbie
Thank you so much for your encouragement! 🙂
I am praying for you, Sarah. Shalom. ♥
Thank you! 🙂