December 31, 2013

Goodbye, 2013

I will look at the scars
and run my fingers over them
they wouldn't hurt -
dried and just a flesh memory
of a gone-by ache.

I will meet on the streets
strangers with carts
selling my memories.
I would probably
buy a couple of glass jars
for a laugh

on a winter's night
while rubbing my toes
A song will wriggle in
through the crack at the door - 
I will smile without tears

I will thank you for what has been - 
an year of darkness and fears - 
without a shudder
and whisper into your ears,
"You made me grow"

Today, however, 
with all delight, 
all the happiness I can gather 
between two shivering palms, 
I bid you farewell!

Do not turn back,
Not now, not yet!
Keep walking,
and let peace come instead.

December 07, 2013

Everyday Writing: 24

The solace of words often goes unnoticed. Would those dark nights have passed had it not been words sung to tune becoming an earworm? Or would those bleary mornings have become bearable without words helping beat its retreat?
And how we belittle words- we always assume other 'bigger issues' plague us. 
The simplest of things are the most misunderstood. 
*one of those wistful days*

© Dryad's Peak
Maira Gall