written 2014
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Good morning my love,
You know I love you,
though some would say I don’t tell you enough
I love you
in the way the sun lies on your waking face
and how you turn my face red with every word
I love you
Mist lingers on the tree tops
Afraid to let go
Light rays dance through the air
Leaving patches of sun behind
Squeals of laughter burst through
The early morning chill
She could see the words
Through the page
Threatening to come out
Words from stories
She thought she’d never tell
She put ink to paper and
Her mind churned
Her pen flew
I’m still trying to pinpoint the day when
Good night, I love you
turned into
You’re asleep already? Did you remember to feed the cats?
When
How was your day?
became
Words that can never describe her mind
Chaos is abundant
Whirling hurling swirling thoughts each making less sense than the one before
Each piling on to the stress
And the worry
And the disorientation
Suffocating
Closing in
Til she feels like she can’t breathe.
Each gasp a plea for sanity, each tear a cry for help
She prays for release
