I'm putting my whole heart into writing a poem a day for National Poetry Writing Month, and it's been flowing well so far, but today this felt a little forced and I'm not sure that I'm in love with the result. Still, here it is, the story of my day, and I hope that someone out there does enjoy it.
A simple solution is presented without fanfare.
A hint of not-so-difficult on the horizon,
a whisper of could-be-simple at the door.
Perhaps I have been overthinking it all—
ruminating on everything that could go wrong
instead of recognizing everything that has gone right.
I want to research—instead I just try.
For now, it seems to work—seems to solve the riddle.
There's a calmness and a feeling of nourishment.
My body and my soul seem in sync and in tune.
Placebo or proof? Time always tells.
For now, I'll relax into the still and quiet night.
The struggle is removed and I'm alive.