Driftwood

It's all a little off kilter.
It's all just that little 'not right'.
Not feeling my best self in the day,
And fighting dream demons at night.
In my head I imagine a break,
Sit back, relax and deep breathe,
But it is all imagination,
It doesn't fit with the life that we weave.
I imagine the freedom to break out,
To let waves wash me clean, and repeat,
But I know that I would still have the consequences,
Like driftwood attacking my feet.

Quite a good while.

It had its bumps,
But it was a good day.
Whether it's one you'll remember,
It's tough to say.
It passed by pleasantly,
I relaxed into smile.
I will feel it, treasure it,
For quite a good while.  

The heart can feed.

The kind of day,
Where you push on through,
Where you feel like the weight,
Instead of the glue.
You miss the brightness,
You so recently enjoyed.
You cling to the memory of it,
To help you feel buoyed.
A night of good sleep,
Is what you need,
Sustanance on which,
The heart can feed.

To savour.

A day,
Where I felt,
Like the old me,
Sort of,
In my new life.
Something,
To savour.

They'll keep.

Your face so peaceful, now asleep.
The beauty of your peace.
Not quite the same an hour ago,
When your frustration chose release.
The stamping and the muttering.
The occasional shout out loud.
Your tiredness, you're overwhelm,
Hangs above you like a cloud.
Let's end today, let's hug it out.
Let's settle down to sleep.  
All those things you wanted to do today?
We have tomorrow.  They'll keep.

Five minutes of peace.

When I get five minutes,
Five minutes of peace,
I am a better person.
I've had my release.
My mind gets to focus,
Or just drift into space.
I am not being bustled,
Through your hectic race.
My senses need time,
To slowly power down,
To put a loving smile,
In the place of a frown.

A little time.

The sun is shining now,
Brighter than before.
The gentle breeze has blown on through,
Closing another door.
It's just temporary,
It will open another time,
But for now I'll enjoy the moment,
Of a little time that's mine.