I fell the best of rain upon the roof,
Timing my heart to each strike.
Listening in the dark and waiting,
Once again alone with my emotions.
Sleep evades me in the wandering dark,
As I sift forgotten memories.
Blood thrums through my veins,
Mixing with anxiety’s bile.
Heartbeats loud on the roof,
As tears rain down.
Wandering dark leads me through hope, fear, and love,
Passing like cloud on midsummers day.
And as dawn breaks and sunlight shines,
I remember a truth, my truth,
I am and will continue to be whole.
This September The InkOwl is teaming up with a guest poet The Wasp to bring you a mix of Blood and Anxiety. These poems were inspired by life events, personal experiences, and a desire to share differing perspectives on relationships. If you’re interested in participating in future corroborations with The InkOwl please feel free to message this blog from the contact page.