I know the feeling well,
my heart upon the floor.
I sometimes feel it when I read,
but now I feel it more.
My books would often make me feel
emotions unremembered
Heartbreak, love, and hope alike,
they burn like living embers.
At times, I notice pain,
heartbreak, gloom, or sorrow.
It never lasts, it quickly flees--
forgotten by tomorrow.
With fiction, feelings disappear.
A taste of future outcome.
But in real life, they tend to stay.
An end I'd like to keep from.
This year keeps pushing on,
propels me toward the edge.
I sense my fall; it's coming soon --
as threat-ning as knife's edge.
My will to fight is growing weak.
I stand, but fall with haste.
Words of comfort help me up.
But darkness traps my waist.
The lists of worry flourish.
Continuing to grow.
Shaking legs and aching back,
But on ahead, I go.
I stumble on, think happy thoughts.
It can't get worse, I know it.
Wrong again. My heart-- it sinks.
To knees, the ground, below it.
The tunnel's light is weak.
Hushed, her calls are ringing.
Her warm embrace, though remote,
inviting smiles and singing.
Push through the pain, have courage.
The light begins to shine.
Grief and chaos vacate soon.
My heart begins to climb.
YOU ARE READING
Ruminate
Poetryro͞oməˌnāt verb To think deeply about something. synonyms: think about, contemplate, consider, meditate on I've got a world of thoughts inside my head. I'm just trying to map it all out.
