There when the sun rises
And still in place as the light
Begins to fade into the horizon.
There as the moon comes out
And still around as the moon
Bids its humble farewell.
What would one ever do
Without their sleeping space;
Their blanket, their bed?
Within its own stead does it
Grant a sense of safety and
Comfort as night or day passes.
Or when feelings of blue
Come down like rain drops
Splattering against wet ground.
It is there when the weight
Of a hug is not enough to
Succumb the welling sadness.
It is soft, it is firm, it is safe.
It lets you rest, or sit and read.
It does not judge who you are.
For it may be nothing like
The stars or the rivers that flow,
But it holds so much more.
YOU ARE READING
Feelings - A Poetry Collection
PoetryFeelings- A Poetry Collection is an experimental project where I test out different poetic styles. Normally for my writing, I do free verse, and occasionally haikus or rhymes, but I'm looking to flair up my work.
