For my best friend. I love you always & forever... xoxo
COMFORT ON A COLD DAY
Wet.
Cold.
Tired.
Rain bullets plummet from the sky pelting
away at my clothes as if beating
me for some unknown sin.
A few miles more until I am warm.
Searching for my path amidst the storm
my arms become a shield as I lunge forward
between pottles and puddles - brown splashes heard
in my hurry to close the distance.
Skipping and shot a million times over I wince.
Wetness seeps through my clothes trapping me in an icy chill.
A lighthouse for a lost ship is my home for my will.
Numb.
Muted.
Frozen.
Tornado twirls of icy winds surround me as I stand at its centre, still and invincible
though moving somehow by some un seen force that is invisible.
I push a little further upon reaching my gate.
Now as bitter ice clenches me I can no longer wait
to seek refuge in my warm home, inviting
me in. With relief I sigh finally smiling.
The feeling of happiness and gratitude oh, how
it floods my veins now!
This feeling exists too
when I see you.
YOU ARE READING
Dulcet Musings of a Restless Mind
PoetryThese violent delights have violent ends and in their triumph die like fire and powder; which, as they kiss, consume. A compilation of my violent delights as a teenager. I otherwise like to refer to it as poetry - scattered words on a page, seeming...
