firefly lane

to be loved, deeply loved
is what I crave, but …
I fear it, too.
why?
isn’t that a conundrum
that shouldn’t be a
conundrum?
there’s this little thing
called t r u s t that
settles itself at the
hem of my garments and
reminds me I have
a hard time with it.
and I move on
knowing the struggle
continues and only I
have the power to
overcome it.
maybe tomorrow.
the birthday weekend
didn’t host a getaway
but mountains still sing
I’m hopeful this time
will greet me with so much fun
hiding in shadows
early start to search
for a temporary home
while mountain air soothes
with Jernee in tow
I will make sweet memories
first weekend of May
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