Hump day thoughts

I like to take pictures, if you hadn't figured that out, finding it somewhat relaxing. The majority of the time the pictures are of nature, or architecture. This life can be stressful, if you let it. Most times my job, and life, stress me out. This morning was spent working and stressing some. It is no surprise that for a few minutes that old feeling came back to me. It is not easy to desrcibe in words and sentences. I wrote a poem about it awhile back, but I wrote another one just this morning. I'll put both on here, below. Back to this picture. It was taken at the townhouse where I live. I tried to get all sky because the places around me are almost all the same, and boring. The picture turned out looking as if it was taken from a plane in the sky. I like that. The color and composition are pleasant to the eye. Having my camera, and a willingness to take pictures is something that helps me relax. Anyhow, below are the new poem "I Push" and the older poem "Murmurs".

"I Push"

I push too hard.

This body

is now slowing,

almost

stopping.

It's the murmurs

that I feel,

beating,

somehow

screaming.

I ask too much.

This heart

is now slowing,

as if

strolling.

Maybe it's wisdom

that does this,

this asking

my soul,

pleading.

I run too often.

This life

is needing

peaceful

feelings.

"Murmurs"

I can't explain it,

but to say

it's all internal.

An odd feeling

settles in

around my heart.

The pace is not

that different

to cause me panic,

but my chest seems

constricted,

and I feel each beat.

I have had this

ache before

sitting in my chest,

like a weight

holding me

from moving anywhere.

I would call it

heartache

but no one has broken it.

It should pass

rather soon,

but each time is unique.

No one knows

of this

my heartache, my pain.

I force myself

to move,

distracting my mind

from the murmurs

of my heart,

echoing in this silence.

Nate