Poems by Lauren Bowman

How about sad but hopeful.
Lonely but looking inward.
Resting but planning your next step.

How about fumbling but trying.
Anxious but learning patience.
Questioning but at peace with not having
an answer yet.

How about unsure but trusting.
Scared but overcoming.
Lost but knowing it’s about the journey
in the end.

I don’t need to be the sun;
the center of it all.
Always present.
Always burning.

I mean, have you seen
how beautifully the fireflies dance
on warm summer nights?

Give me that peace.
That light.
That choice.
The ability to surround myself in darkness,
or to subtly, yet brilliantly
glow.