When I’m lying in my bed,
I stare at the ceiling.
I lie there, cloaked in darkness.
Sometimes it chokes me,
At others, it holds me gently:
tenderly filling me with love and wisdom.
Those are the moments,
The beautiful ones in which the fan is whirring,
When my thoughts are roaming poetically,
Those are the hours,
The minutes in time when I am “me”
The little one who loves
The girl who is neither afraid nor vulnerable,
Those are the nights
when I can feel love
coursing through my veins,
The temporary swing on the edge of the moon,
Traipsing on fluffy clouds.
Those cottony darlings who remind me of Sara,
Of friendship and cotton candy,
Late night blog posts
Weaving threads and connections.
It is when I’m lying in my bed
With the creamy-light ceiling above me,
Showing me words and answers–
With memories and impressions,
Those midnight hours through the 3 a.m. musings,
That I love and hate the darkness.
Kadeen Nichelle Oksana Waldron
Thursday, September 12, 2013. 21.34hrs