There a million things vying for my attention almost at the exact time, and I find myself making 10,000 decisions every minute, especially now that I have taken a new role as a mom. Often, even taking time for myself seems a waste, but its a sacrifice I need to make for myself. A sacrifice I need to convince myself, worth taking, if at all.
And this poem is a reflection of just that. I yearn for those quiet moments, but sometimes, life’s call is 10x stronger than of those flitting quiet longings.
the night grips
to sit under the stars
and stare at the vast velvet expanse
to step out behind the dusty, flimsy door
just one more step
just lie across the grass
feel the wind upon your face
tuck your arms under you head
and walked away