Awaiting

The morning rush is like an icy wind
Whispering to you
The wishes slipping from your soul
Surrendering, to be opened
Like a gift on Christmas morning.
By
Angela K. Crandall
©12/22/15

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Finding us

I want to sit by a fire and feel the warmth 

Finding your arms are wrapped around me

Curled up in a ball just reflecting

Letting nothing happen

Peace

Silence

Tranquility

Even if it means giving up 

An hour

A day

Nights

To reach clarity

A few moments to take back all the days we’ve worked

To sit inside this warm sweet home

We worked for together.

by

Angela K. Crandall

©12/21/15

Cuts

“People are like barbed wire. If you press them the wrong way you’ll get hurt.”

Angela K. Crandall
©12/20/15

In the woods.

“Let your mind escape into a land of ice and snow. No cars, no jobs, nothing except forest. A small cabin sits smoke drifting from its stacks. An evening of tranquility among people surrounded by friends, family, and loved ones. If not, those then someone sits, in a peaceful reflection of the morning to come. A calmness and memories bring hope. Let us celebrate, the holidays in serenity.”
Angela K. Crandall
©12/19/15

Indulge in me

Listen to the blue light
Listen to it soothe
Let yourself get lost in it
Let go of
Blues
Wind-Down
Let
Go
Slide
Under
Covers
To
Dream
Of
Magic
Wonders
Inside
Souls
Seeking
Comfort.
Loving each beat of hearts
Let go
Into you
Let myself
Be a self
freely
I am
Me.
By
Angela K. Crandall
©12/18/15

Who’s in control?

I had a dream last night that I was driving my car. I was attempting to get out of a traffic jam when all of a sudden, I wasn’t driving anymore. I was in the back seat, and someone else was driving. I don’t know who the heck it was, some girl. I told her, get out. This is my car. I’m driving. It makes me wonder are you in the driver’s seat of your life or is someone else? Is it for financial reasons? Right now, I think this is how I’m feeling that in certain situations I’m not driving my car, or that there is something in my life I need to take control of. An issue that has arisen. I’m not sure what it is, but that dream definitely scared me.

by

Angela K. Crandall

©12/17/15

Gratifying-curiosity

“My umbrella’s fly without rain. What if, the storm protected me? The umbrella only keeping me, isolating me, from the cool, wet drops on my skin. What if, my only hope was, the one thing I was hiding from?”

~Angela K. Crandall~

©12/14/15