Sometimes

Sometimes I wake up feeling calm

In prayer, reciting the 23^rd psalm

Grateful to see another day

Confident that everything will be okay

Sometimes I start the day wondering what will be

A direction not yet known to me

Drink coffee, listen to the world on radio

Watch life interact outside my window

Sometimes I’m in the mood to talk

Saying hello to people while taking a walk

Feeling the wind beneath my feet

With each step creating its own beat

 

Sometimes I stay home, lay on the bed

Reflecting on the before, what was said

“You can, you can’t, you aren’t, you are …”

Still contemplating on writing that memoir

Sometimes I’m quiet, sometimes I cry

Leaving some asking me why

Pen and paper is a comforting outlet

Full disclosure of emotion without any regret

Sometimes I just wanna chill

Focus on doing things on my own freewill

Ignoring all that makes me sad

Instead write my thoughts on a notepad