Sonic Drops

Meditations of a Christ follower, a time traveller, a mommy, a poet and a nurse

Lakewater mornings

Sometimes

the smile on my face exhausts me
and my cheeks ache
with what feels like dusty phoniness

Sometimes

the idea of looking anyone in the eye
feels like drowning
like living under this green water

Sometimes

my whole body feels like chips of tinder
like driftwood dried then up chopped
for the devil’s pyre

But
Or
And then
I live
Live it out and things again
do lighten and O! They bear weight
Like little bobbers and sinkers to comfort an to moor me
Long forgotten buoyancy
in lake water mornings

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