inner art journal

bone tired
I try to feel deeper
than my body
for that which does not tire
and lay my head there

I tell them a truth
they become sympathetic
and baby me-
how I miss my friends
who speak to my strength

things I tolerate
or try to push out of my mind
how to find peace
in the heart of fire
instead of pretending I’m not burning

late winter snowfall
serendipitous to me
and my doggie friend
romping in the whitened woods
each unleashed in our own way