in the middle of the night
slumber’s sweetness eludes me
and I fight off the spears of angst.
I turn to words that fall
snowflakes from a cold place of thoughts
within to fend off the pointed critic
of doom and despair.
the snowflakes spin out from my psyche
so fast yet shift
to rain a storm to sweep away the debris
of sorrow and
i love my tears and ponder
whether each tear is as unique as
a snowflake flavored by sadness over
words twisted askew and wounds
beyond the ages.
these tears taste sweet
so sweet that I can rest my head in them
and return to that place of dream’s healing
abode and kindness of a warm comforter
imbued with love.
[note – i have added the “—” since WordPress keeps on dropping the empty lines and compressing the poem into one long one with no breaks… the ellipses are to show there is a break there… sigh…]