Insomnia got the best of me as it often does, and I felt inspired to write a poem at around 4 am early this morning. It felt good to stretch my writing muscles and engage with poetry again. However, I have to fix my sleep schedule. I can't keep letting insomnia win. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this heartfelt poem about simply being human and wanting to feel life as it happens instead of merely being a bystander. Thank you for reading!
Sunlight, Blue Skies & Brown Eyes By Grace Ellice May
My eyes look brown in the sunlight.
I am watching the sky a little too closely,
Wondering if something up there awaits me.
My hands are outstretched,
Ready to receive an outpouring of boundless mercy.
I am praying for the will to keep going.
The world keeps getting colder and colder.
It is indeed a frightening place to dwell.
I am searching for warmth.
Spring is here, but it is not warm enough.
Call me Lily of the Valley.
I am a seed planted beneath hard soil.
And despite challenging seasons,
I grow, I rise, and I bloom.
I am a mountain mounted upon mountains.
Yet, I cannot climb high enough.
The moon, perhaps, is the next best place to be.
But I must reach for it so that it will reach for me.
Paradise is too far a land.
I am not convinced by the allure of an eternity I have only heard of.
Though I desire it because it is all I have ever known.
Alas! The madness of my inner world begins to resist confinement.
Disaster seeps through my coarse brown skin, bleeding into the external.
I am no longer a hidden figure in plain sight.
My unrest is visible.
‘Be still’ He says.
My hands shake tremendously.
One cannot calm a chaos they did not create.
‘Will it be a beautiful day today?’ I ask.
‘Your day is only as beautiful as you make it’ He replies.
To own a day is too much pressure.
I do not possess the will to make anything happen.
Shall I merely exist for today?
Will existing be enough?
Will I ever be enough?
‘Enough’ is already a complete word.
Why ask to be more?
I am enough.
I am enough as the sun.
I am enough as the sky.
I am enough as my big brown beautiful eyes.
I am a complete day — one well-lived and without a doubt.
I am my whole wide world.
I am wondrous.
You are, too.
— A poem by Grace Ellice May, written in the wee small hours of the morning.
Thank you for making it this far. Thank you for being here. I'll see you in the next story, friend.
Have a lovely weekend.
Warmly, Grace.
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