Clutching to the last strings of hope,
pain reverberating through my body
Is it worth holding on?

These hurdles keep coming,
my body exhausting.
When will I see the dawn?

Thoughts frolic

Solving the problem of my consciousness:

the milieu of worries and hopes.

From one pondering to the next,

my mind frolics like a monkey on ropes. 

Silent shouts

Within the night a house sits on stilts. 

The dwellers below utter no word, 

yet the space is filled with chatter. 

To whom is at fault does not seem to matter. 

The dog licks his paws as he lays on the mat, 

with the rain outside dripping in drabs. 

Who knows when this noise will be muted 

and the tension that lingers will be refuted? 

Work to be done, goals to be reached,

obligations that weigh down shoulders.

Getting in the way of humble niceties.

Will peace return following these adversities?

Living in bubbles and drowning in emotions,

two young women mingle in limbo.

Egos conflicting and similarities drifting.

Makes me feel like once again shifting.