My Favorite Time Poem by chantelle ribeiro

It is the witching hour
My favorite time
To clear my mind
from the cobwebs of the day
Peaceful is the night
The wind blows softly
It's breath cool and crisp
Stealing through my open window
Caressing my cheek with its icy fingers
Reminding me I am alive
A creature of midnight
I search my mind for perfect words
To bare my soul to the world
My heart on my sleeve
Echoes of yesteryear
Sometimes a smile
Sometimes a tear
Pain and sorrow my source
My experience
Raw and fresh,
but mine...
To share
To be the friend you may not have
The stranger
who somehow understands