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Rest for My Soul
A poem in response to a writing prompt.
This poem was inspired by the above image shared and distributed to the participants of the Sunrise Scribe weekly writing group I belong to hosted by my soul sista Fisiwe Zwana held every Tuesday and Friday mornings at 7:15 am EST.
Rest for My Soul
Rest for me is
sometimes
a mystery
since my mind
is always on anxious mode
when attempting to relax
but I am the sum of
my memories and thoughts
both the good and the bad
of my life’s journey
of past and current events
that encompass the
fifty-three years of
my existence
where unfortunately
these days the latter
takes precedence
over the former
when it’s difficult
to turn off like
a broken light switch
but it’s not impossible
if I focus
if I can focus
if I will focus
upon neither the past
nor the future
but for now
upon the present
this temporal gift
from every breath
inhaled/exhaled
to the firm plastic
surface of an ebony pen
pressed between
thumb and index finger
as brown eyes watch
ideas translate into words
transcribed in black ink
along grey lines
printed on loose leaf
canary canvas
worry and overthinking
condensate into
creative
uninterrupted
poetic flow
without rhyme or reason
surrender to spontaneity
connect with nature
to nurture my
inner child’s
artistic
exuberance
appreciating every
nanosecond of
this glorious
this harmonious
this precious…