Poetry

I toss

And turn as nothing seems quite comfortable as I lay down to sleep.

Like everything else, I can’t decide what I want to be to do or say.

And so on repeat, I keep rewriting and writing, but nothing is quite right.

And as I keep pouring out words after words, the frustration begins to grow.

And the irritation begins to bubble up inside, ready to explode.

Like a volcano from all directions, you won’t be able to stop it.

And the mess afterward won’t be worth the clean-up, but the release will free you from the uncertainty.

As nothing is holding you back now.

And maybe things will be more clear if I just let it all out and take some time to relax because not everything in life is to be taken so seriously.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes