Poem: Drained

In the quiet hour before dawn breaks,
Shadows stretch like weary bones,
Whispers of dreams in the cool air fade,
Leaving echoes of thoughts, like scattered stones.

Eyes heavy, a weight on my chest,
Chasing the remnants of the night’s fleeting grace,
Each heartbeat a reminder of restless unrest,
In the stillness, I search for a trace.

Moments slip through like grains of sand,
Plans dissolve in the soft morning light,
I grasp for meaning, but it slips from my hand,
As the world awakens, I feel the fight.

Yet in this drained state, a flicker ignites,
A spark in the rubble, a chance to renew,
Though shadows may linger, the heart still invites,
A breath, a pause, to find something true.

So I gather the pieces, weary yet bold,
With each step forward, I reclaim the day,
For even in darkness, new stories unfold,
And from being drained, I learn how to sway.

Thank-you for reading.

Much love and Light,

Brenda Marie