Tag: My Works

The teapot whistles.
Water begins to boil.
The sun shines over the treetops.

I set the spine-cracked book
On the aged wooden desk
That sits before a large glass window
Overlooking the mountains of mist.

I pour the boiling water
And stir my cup
As I set it down and watch
The sunrise over the peaks.

The water cools
And as I sip,
I flip open to the last page
I journeyed through.
A page where an old man
Made unlikely friends,
Where children became kings and queens,
Where crimes were solved,
And where magic was real.

Each day, new pages to absorb,
With new places, new friends,
And most of all,
New stories.
All at my aged wooden desk,
Never traveling farther than the kitchen.

There is a cloud that hangs over everyone.
It hides in the shadows where no one can see,
Trying to destroy anyone caught in its darkness,
Tearing at them with its wind and rage.

There is a cloud that hangs over everyone.
There is a cloud that makes one feel
As if the darkness has swallowed them whole
And that there is no one else in the storm,
That no one else is flying without being able to see,
That no one else is burdened with troubles unbearable,
That no one else wants to fly with them.

There is a cloud that hangs over everyone.
There is a cloud that makes that one mistake
Seem as if the world will end.
That there is no recovery from the sentence misspoken,
No recovery from the accident,
No way to finish the work in time,
That there is only the cloud,
Clinging to the thoughts inside of you.

There is a cloud that hangs over everyone.
There is a cloud that makes a day
Switch in an instant.
A day that was bright and full of fun;
A day that you wished would never end,
Turn into one you wish
You could roll over and forget.

There is a cloud that hangs over everyone.
But behind the clouds,
There is a light.
A friendly smile telling you to have a good day,
A text from a friend asking you to lunch,
A conversation where you’re heard,
A laugh at a joke you know isn’t that funny,
A boss or teacher’s congratulations on a job well done.
A light.

The light casts its gaze over the clouds,
And after a while,
The cloud begins to fade,
Rain begins to dry,
Blossoms begin to bloom,
And the sun begins to shine on another day.
A day with new growth.
A day with new life.
A new day.