The world spins fast, I can't keep pace,
Thoughts collide in a crowded space.
Endless whispers, too sharp to hear,
I can't escape, they're always near.
I'm tired of the pills, I'm tired of the fight,
Chasing the silence, but it slips out of sight.
I long for a moment, a breath, a release,
To stop the storm and find my peace.
Every swallow brings a bitter taste,
A sickness I can't seem to erase.
I want to rest, but the noise won't fade,
A mind in chaos, so deeply afraid.
I'm tired of the pills, I'm tired of the fight,
Chasing the silence, but it slips out of sight.
I long for a moment, a breath, a release,
To stop the storm and find my peace.
Will I ever find a way to slow this storm?
To heal the wounds that I can't transform?
Or am I meant to wander, lost in the tide,
With thoughts that pull me from side to side?
I'm tired of the pills, I'm tired of the fight,
Chasing the silence, but it slips out of sight.
I long for a moment, a breath, a release,
To stop the storm and find my peace.
When all the dust settles
And the storm has passed
Regardless of the form it came in,
Fire, wind, water, earth, spirit,
We are left where we started
But changed forever.
As the shock waves reverberate ever less
We know those waves will never really end.
Yet Life goes on,
And within our core we can find peace,
Peace within the storm and peace
The morning after.
The best thing in Life is not a thing,
And so barely even nameable,
As we live it every day.
9/18/25)
Evermore under the moon’s peaceable
beaming,
are the dreams of the day’s laborers ~
conjuring monet's
enchanted gardens
~ midday reverie
AO: 2nd place 2025
As I close the last window and draw the blinds shut;
The mountains once viewed and cool crisp air no longer a must.
As I dim the lights and close my eyes to rest
Visions of my tomorrows quickly fading as if to suggest;
A new dawning beyond the horizon removes the hands of time,
Leaving just my capsule of this world behind...
I put my respirator on my nose
In order to go in gorilla section
All I saw a sign "clinical rest time"
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And when you finally get some rest
~ the rest will take care of itself
I will rest somewhere beautiful.
I’ll be a tree, tall and strong.
My energy will return to the earth.
Hear God’s shout across the skies,
Calling your name - no more surprise.
Come Forth! He says, with a rocking voice,
Foundations stir, they know His holy voice,
Let the miraculous realm arise,
A flood of wonder before your eyes.
A new unction-oil begins to pour,
From heaven’s gate to your troubled soul.
It will replace the sigh with song,
A shout of praise where hearts belong.
Speak His Name - Jesus, Jesus,
Healing flows, it never leaves us.
Don’t wait until the war is done,
Shout now, the victory’s won!
Lift your voice, let triumph ring,
Even as saints and angels sing.
Come to the Table, take your place,
There’s full provision, boundless grace.
For all we need, so rest in Him and go,
Peace is found in Him - we’re made to glow.
So keep on worshipping, don’t cease,
Till high places fall, and hearts find peace.
For the strong ones — on their stay-in-bed days.
© Gabrielle Munslow 2025. All rights reserved.
I think I’d just like to be —
No noise in my head.
The TV on standby.
Radio not transmitting.
The dog forgetting his bark.
The tears unshed.
Just leave me in bed.
My whole psyche ashes away,
aching from absorbing prophetic punches.
I changed the trajectory of my life —
now I need to be achingly numb.
No words.
No prayers.
No petty arguments or poetry.
Just me.
Hair like a banshee,
mascara matching my disillusionment.
I wear my apathy like a medal —
nauseatingly won.
Let the world knock,
let the day stretch open.
I won’t rise.
I’ve already fought
too many mornings.
But don’t mistake my silence
for defeat —
I am not broken.
I’m just choosing not to speak
while I sharpen my teeth.
it's exhausting
being so adorable
~ a rest well deserved
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
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And again tomorrow
With purple flowers,
And the sun above
Or clouds and showers
Another day comes
To rise and to shine,
More than enough time
To breathe, to feel fine
Between dawn and dusk
A thousand minutes go,
Around and around
In moments so slow
Another night comes
To pause and to rest,
Gives us time to smile
Knowing we did our best
And again tomorrow
One more chance to try,
With the stars above
And the moon in the sky.
Let me rest,
For now I am tired of these quests.
What prize for me awaits?
Those hollow salutes and opened gates?
Or those meretricious praise that would echo,
When all I remember is catastrophic derecho?
Or the Olympus you promise with Canephor,
While all I yearn is peaceful plains and zephyr.
Or the victory parades in Roma you were storytelling,
While those 23 backstabs in my mind are dwelling.
Or those meadows habited with Nymphs?
While all I yearn is a solitary pond hazed by mist.
Or those kingdoms you promised of evergreen reign?
While all I yearn is the slow pit patter from canopy rains.
All you promise is a conquest full of allure and shine.
But what will you tell to those kids mourning and crafting shrines?
So let me walk away to where savannah's sway,
As I am exhausted of this reaper's haunting play.
So now let me rest, as I am haunted and tired of these quests.
Let me breathe where laws of nature weave,
Solitary where I can grieve.
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