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Just a poem

The gentle breeze blew through the open window

The curtains fluttered and did a little twirl

The lazy beagle snored loudly

His feet moving as he chased a rabbit in his dreams

The whirr of the fan soothed her anxiousness

As she mulled over her day

Same as always, yet different

Unappreciated as always

Yet happy

Stressed beyond reason

Yet blessed beyond belief

Her heart beats a constant prayer of thanks

He sleeps in the other room

Sleeps a lot

Sometimes she sleeps on the couch so he can rest peacefully

She snores like a buzz saw

She watches the dog

Feels such love for him

Is it wrong to love an animal so much, she ponders?

Will there be children for them or just lots of beagles?

The beagle twitches now, he is sound asleep

Did he catch that bunny yet?

Her eyes grow tired, but her mind won’t shut off

Sleep is on the way

What dreams will she have tonight?

She always dreams

And the dreams make no sense

Sort of like a lot of other things in her life

She sighs; guess I should go to bed now, hmmm?

Work tomorrow, another day full of beeps

Full of people coming and going

Glued on smiles

Forced laughs

And phony graciousness

Is her kindness all an act?

Is her heart not true?

Maybe

Songs will play in her head all day

Some she will sing aloud

Words that have meaning will inspire her

Words, and more words, always words

Her life is filled with words

She talks too much

Too loud

Too boldly

Without thinking first

What is wrong with this girl?

Nothing really, she is just being herself

Smile and smile some more

Always smiling, her life is full of smiles

Smiles and words

Songs and laughter

Feelings and tears

She curses at herself for being oversensitive

She cries at the drop of a hat

Cries when she sings

Cries when she is happy

Cries when she is angry

She hates her tears

She wipes them spitefully away with the back of her hand

She wishes the tears would dry up and never come again

Yet she knows they never will

She needs them to heal

Heal from the past

Heal from the present

And for healing in the future

Her head is heavy now

Eye lids drooping

Time to sleep

Time to stop writing words that she doesn’t intend to share

Time to go

Time to rest

She looks at the beagle

Guess he needs to go to bed too

Time to go

Time to stop writing

Time to dream

Time to end this silly poem