Hush


Hush.
Dry your eyes and listen to the rhythm of your beating heart.
Blood courses through your veins determined to keep you in melody with reality.
Hush.
Your worries will fade as the storm subsides from your tired mind.
Rainbows will emerge bringing with them, butterflies.
Hush.
That doubt in your palms,
your hands move earth.
There floral kaleidoscopes form,
below your rusty nails.
Hush now.
You are worth the break,
Clear that muddy mind,
see into your depths.
Clarity will come when you accept what your hands cannot mold.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem



This Poems Story

This poem derived from the observation that the world is so loud and chaotic, it is hard to think with so much noise.