At the midnight hour there is a sudden urgency to escape anything and anyone. A sense of freedom comes over me. Free to do all I want. No-one awake to sallow my thoughts and insert their own.
At the midnight hour the silence around me becomes the confidence I need to lay pen to paper. Feeling no judgement. Thoughts swarm around in my head begging to escape. I’m now tasked with finding a home for the words that shape me.
At the midnight hour almost anything can happen. What’s said may not be remembered. Simply put, this may all just be but a dream for when else would it be that your thoughts are truly all your own?
At the Midnight 🕛 Hour©
By Felina Silver Robinson
Published by Felina
I'm a wife, a mother, a writer, and a friend. I enjoy sharing feelings, experiences and my poetry. There are many things that I am good at, but I'm sure there are just as many things that I am bad at. I try hard not to judge for we know no one is perfect. I can however say that although I have a great deal of patience, sometimes the patience tank runs dry. If you value me, I will always value you.
Here I will share some of my poetry, my opinions along with some of my stories. I hope you enjoy(ed) your visit to poetsareangels.com. If you read and liked what you saw, please hit the LIKE button. Always feel free to leave friendly comments. Please no vulgarity as my teenagers frequent this site. "Happiness is the pathway to a memorable existence." Felina
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