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Numb

Resting into restlessness

By Helen SmithPublished 4 years ago 1 min read

Does a nectar sweet enough exist, that may quench my ever growing thirst?

I yearn for it, in the moments where the ordinary makes me feel numb

the moments in the dark where my mind wishes to succumb

to the danger, to the fear, to the pain

to the things that send the body shivering

because sometimes, to feel an earthquake in ones heart

is better than feeling nothing at all

as the sun begins to set over the weary horizon

my heart began beating in triplets

one, two, three

and I was reminded of simple delight

a feeling of awe worth living for

and all of a sudden the mundane felt less so

and my thoughts of restlessness

washed away with the setting sun

because that moment was enough, and if I can come back to each moment as they come

they will always be enough

sad poetry

About the Creator

Helen Smith

Welcome to the inner workings of my mind. I like to heal and grow through writing. My work explores the shadows, mental health, the struggles of everyday life and also the magnificence of this earth.

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