I have been swept up in the cacophony of life this week. It caught up to me in the middle of the night. And so I thought, this is a perfect time to write. To catch up the missed days when glimmers were hard to come by. With dawn soon emerging and my head a bit clearer I hope to find ground again. Until then…there’s this…

day 311

it’s the noise, overwhelming, never ending, louder, louder
incessant, that rouses me at three am, dreamless nightmares
where the edge looms ever close, the abyss whispering

day 312
it’s the dawn that rescues me, light shimmering in the distance 
just beyond, promising hope enough to keep me in the game
survival, my motivation, insanity encroaching

day 313
how does sand not lose itself into the depths when the tide swells
or flowers, tenderly bloom, never fading, when the rains come, 
even stars glimmer more brightly before fading into dust

day 314
when the end is clearly not clear and the path fades 
when the noise becomes too much, and the tide swells, be like sand shards,
the flowers, and fading stars, hold on til dawn, where hope waits

~kat

A simple single glimmer will do for today…

Much love, light, and glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨