24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
In the silence of the night I feel His presence.
It brings me peace and calms all my fears
While others say the darkness of the night
Magnifies the darkness within
For me it washes it away
Consuming it
Robbing it of its power
Leaving only the presence of God
Where fear and angst and sin used to be.
It’s the only time I know real peace.
Its the middle of the night
The night quiet I began with
Is the night quiet I end with
Cat plays outside
The fan still whines
A few more lights
A few less fears
24 poems, 24 hours
A few times I almost failed
But the last few hours quickly sailed
I am already dreaming
Sitting up straight
Pen to paper, right where I began
Night engulfs me
Reminding me what was normal
Hazy sleep steps from the background
I will succumb very soon
A simple night
A simple action
One word piled upon one word
One though to one thought
One poem to one poem
An eternity in a day
A day in an eternity
Eternity in the poem
One night quiet to one night quiet
All of life is a poem
Haunted memories from a
lonely childhood.
The sadness carves out a hole in your body
for roses to grow
and petals to fall.
Secret pages with golden letters
folded neatly;
brittle and cream-coloured, whispy clouds
hidden beneath the moss.
Remnants of shattered pieces
in everchanging eeriness.
This is the very last hour and the very last prompt. I am so impressed by everyone that made it this far!
The last prompt is very simple – write a self portrait.
3AM Pancakes
the best
few people up at this hour
Who eats now?
Me!
One twelve inch pancake
a meal for sure
No one ever orders more.
Part XXIV
…oh, beautiful red poppies,
I have awakened – like Dorothy –
I seem to have all my limbs
and my mind is working well enough
to know that the dream I just had
was too far out to be true;
I try and rise to my feet –
fall to my face;
I put my hand on my chest,
where a heart beats…
I feel the stitches that are holding it together,
I look at my hands,
the wedding ring is long gone –
no white skin to show the 20 years of matrimony;
could it be?
This was not a dream at all!
fin
– Michellia D. Wilson 8/24/14 7 AM
Let us remember: Robin Williams – A Fellow Tortured Artist
To all Guillain Barre Syndrome victims
To all who suffer mental illness, specifically bipolar disorder