By Susan Schoeffield



IMBALANCE

Sometimes, frustration
creates its own imbalance
to rational thought
LONG NIGHTS

How long are the nights
when I cry myself to sleep
alone and in love.
NO CHANGES

The next day won’t change
if you bring baggage with you
from the day before.
AWAKE

The clock says midnight.
Although my brain is restless,
my body craves sleep.
AFTERMATH

Bad love breaks apart
the way a cookie crumbles.
All scraps, no substance.
TO THANK THEM ALL

The soldier’s job is
protecting and defending.
Ours, to be grateful.
THE FEATHER

The bird flaps its wings.
A feather dances down in
a graceful ballet.