NaPoWriMo 2020 / Day 3


is hard to come by
When life is picking and clawing
When time is running faster
Than my my own racing heart

Knife points jump out of my skin,
intruders hiding inside me
Slicing away the softness
Leaving bone shards and steel


This is an unfinished beginning of a poem. I’m late posting for yesterday so I decided to go ahead and put this out there. I’ve been ruminating on patience, of which I have little. Almost every night I meditate on ways I can practice patience in my everyday life. Some days I’m better at it than others.

5 thoughts on “NaPoWriMo 2020 / Day 3

  1. I’m way too quick to anger, and I always wonder after if the impatience is not with others but really with myself. Knives…that’s just right. (K)


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