Forgetting good

Pulled from the needs,

I forget the good

And feel the void

I dread the most.

You little expecting from me,

My empty big hands

That smile and run to satisfy.

Fire adventure

There is something beside me
slapping my confidence away
And pouring water on my ambition.
The flame needs cuddles and soft hands
To rise vivid in the adventure
That each day has become.

Nature WTF?

Needles of rain in a bright hopeful sun
Surprise after a day of struggle
And closing doors on my face.
When you surrender and stop fighting and planning,
Nature winks at you
And pulls tricks out of her bag.