Still

Be still,

But this is a different kind of stillness

I am still, but restless

At night, a laying place for my worries

A morning, just a morning

Lonesome obstacles placed in my way

I am tense and life seemingly grey

Rowing a boat in uncertain tides

Night falls, time to be still

But where is peace to be bestowed on me?

A bonfire night, an angry sea

That is how the day ends, still, but not that STILL

Laden

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Photo credit: @pkopoku (Instagram)

 

Come all, weary and laden

They, that breathe heavy

They, with their hope shredded to bits

They, who are laden

You are not alone

Park lights have gathered their embers

The swish of branches, held back till soon a time

Laden, you and this park

Hold on to faith, weary child

Just as the taut ambience

Holds on desperately to the still air.