See the positives in emptiness,
Enjoy the freedom of the space.
Listen to sounds found in silence,
An emollient to ease cacophonies.
Traces of spilt milk or salty tears,
Are cleaned and soothed with time.
Rain drops caught in a stormy sweep,
Eventually cease in relieved calmness.
Feeling lost is not always detrimental,
Being found is a reward for the journey.
Small faltering footsteps take their time,
Achievements are welcomed upon arrival.
Beyond any limitations sensed by this day,
Is the consideration of sharing the morrow.
Life may offer a convoluted pathway of tricks,
Unravelling those wherefores is living in itself.
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 26/11/2014
Poetry Jam Prompt: ‘How To….’