Poem Poem by Martin Byrne

It creeps up slowly sometimes you know?
Sometimes it’s better that way…
Like snow building in your backyard
Go to sleep with a light dusting and
Wake up with a blizzard.
I’m speaking of the notion
An unpreventable sense and movement
Like the will of the ocean
It tells your heart to move to the tight quarters
Of your throat.
Or the bottom of your stomach just to go ahead
And take a vacation.
Then the snow gets more serious
You can’t leave the house and are
Existing with worries and doubt.
Despite fear, the notion and the snow
Creeps up behind you and moves you along
It whispers in your ear sweetened songs
And it’s there, and you can’t stop it.