I have so many stories for lj! And no time to write them!
Does anyone else wake up in the middle of the night because they are composing writing or poetry? This happens to me more frequently than my (already meager) sleep schedule would care to acknowledge. I resisted getting out of bed last night and penning this, but I have recreated what I can recall. Comments appreciated.
The game began with laughter --
A joint effort, a playdate,
As we stacked invisible bricks.
The task became daunting,
But we were determined, inspired.
Divide and conquer! I cried,
And painstakingly, we built our invisible wall,
The mortar of friendship,
Of passion,
Of love holding it fast.
But she completed the structure
Without a door.
I could barely see through,
So blackened by smudges
Of fatigue,
Of busyness,
Of emotional instability.
The thick walls, so thoughtfully constructed
Kept our voices from reaching the ears of the other
Approaches exhausted and efforts negated.
After recovering from the stress --
Emotional,
Physical --
Of this laborious feat,
We polished it like new,
So clear, our wall, sometimes I forget its existence
And that I am forever on the outside.
The game began with laughter --
A joint effort, a playdate,
As we stacked invisible bricks.
The task became daunting,
But we were determined, inspired.
Divide and conquer! I cried,
And painstakingly, we built our invisible wall,
The mortar of friendship,
Of passion,
Of love holding it fast.
But she completed the structure
Without a door.
I could barely see through,
So blackened by smudges
Of fatigue,
Of busyness,
Of emotional instability.
The thick walls, so thoughtfully constructed
Kept our voices from reaching the ears of the other
Approaches exhausted and efforts negated.
After recovering from the stress --
Emotional,
Physical --
Of this laborious feat,
We polished it like new,
So clear, our wall, sometimes I forget its existence
And that I am forever on the outside.