Disarray is everywhere.
I rush,
Seeking peace
Yet
Where do I begin?
My heartbeat quickens.
My head hurts.
I lose my balance,
Stumble,
Then fall.
I cry out,
And you answer me.
“My child,” you say,
“I’ve been waiting.”
You smile . . . I exhale.
By Martha L Shaw – Copyright 10-25-2012
I really like this, Martha. Its brevity speaks volumes.
Thank you so much! I was hoping that would be the case. I almost didn’t share it, wondering if it was meant more to awaken me . . . but felt a nudge . . .
So Beautiful. I’m inspired.
Thank you so much!