Decanting Soul

At first glance

I am where I’m suppose to be

Yet inside my soul is decanting

Some drops lost in the process

Foundations of sand become tiresome

How do I stand

I’ve stayed when I know I should have left

Falling slowly, hurting, lost


Patience, A Much Needed Pause

Spiral staircases leading up and down, twists existing in both directions – a choice

A child spins round and round, arms extended in the pouring rain – a stumble, a fall

Lit fuses, pinwheels racing clockwise, my mind running counter – two forces that repel 

Sitting on footsteps, waiting out the rain, allowing light’s glow – patience, a much needed pause