Isolation

This poem is in response to another one of Robert Lee Brewer's Wednesday prompts: Isolation. On thinking about the subject I realized that the times I feel the most isolated are sometimes when there are the most people around me...

Running

Wake up running
Here I go
Can't get it done
If I move too slow

Gotta hurry
I'm out the door
Running around
So I can do more

Work all day
I cook and clean
Running errands
When I can in between

Night-time comes
I'm tired and beat
But no one is running
To take care of me.


Caren E. Salas

Hope

Swirls of color paint the delicate skin

of a tiny orb dancing on a breeze.

Fragile as the kiss of air that brought it

To life, its fate is determined before

Its release; abandoning all tethers

For that one glorious moment of flight.

Caren E. Salas