I stumbled upon a creek today.
I saw this opening along the way.
I felt and heard the music of the bird’s day.
I felt so alive,
I felt I could survive.
I breathed in the fresh spring air.
I ran my fingers through my hair.
I finally took a breath and challenged a dare.
There’s a road
that’s stretched ahead.
and I stand here waiting instead.
Feet planted firmly,
thoughts running surely,
yet I feel curly,
in the recesses of my mind.
I try to find,
a way to unwind,
to not drink this wine.
So I get in the car,
driving away from the bar.
Running from feelings, urges that
as if i’m trying to catch that star.
don’t leave me be.
I need you.
I beg, and plea.
If you leave I’ll go on another horrible
One that will surely make you disagree.
Be my czar,
take the key and lock me afar.
leave me in the fields raving like a banshee.
I was supposed to leave,
be on I-5 by 5.
but I stand here,
filled with fear,
won’t you help me dear?
-N.R.W. (Day 4 or is it 5? of poems)