Within this glass bubble

Shards of glass under nails
Shattered
dreams
these snow flakes make

Fish cry
dies
Trapped
in this globe

Fists held high
These walls
run
deep

Day draws nigh,
no sleep

Stagnant air;
breathe to sigh
Misty morning
turns
dry cry

Where to hide?
Small spaces,
old places,
same faces

Tipped over,
upside down
New flakes
fall;
drown

Smile in place
masks
pain
from face
Yet can’t erase

Same small space
Rat race
sets
the rancid pace

Same bubble
Different Day

All is calm

So quiet,

the methodical

ticking of the clock

is like the rhythmic heartbeat

bridging the past with the present

A saccharine lullaby to a weary soul

therapy to a chaotic filled mind

peace to a restless spirit

Even the air is still

All is calm

Bask

in this peace

soak it into very fibers

replenish depleted recesses

rebuild the temple a brick at a time

breath in this air filled with radiant life

feel the very flow of blood shifting

as it rejuvenates poisoned veins

and revives an abused body

like living waters

baptize

Be refreshed,

renewed by this grace

Rehydrate every ounce of being

like an athlete after the longest season

Prepare ye for the new season approaching

Rest within these solitude moments

even the windows to the soul

need their respite

Just breath in

to sigh

Exanimate’s Door