Ebb & Flow~ a poem

A babbling brook can be a source of many things ~

sometimes i feel stagnant,

like a little pond.

sometimes i feel tiny 

and very full from life

like a balloon. 

red and fiery hot.

yellow and mellow.

blue and numb. 

i feel lots of things 

all the time. 

sometimes they’re 

overwhelming. 

sometimes underwhelming. 

it’s always different

everyday. 

i wonder if others out there,

like me wander aimlessly fluid

wonder if other people think about 

far off places

new colors

raw nerves 

nails raking over a chalkboard.

and find themselves 

relating to water. 

and the moon. 

i hope they are out there

like stars in the sky.

a still yet,

ever moving 

night sky.

~ A.N,