The Smudge

In the corner, sits a smudge
It’s been mocking me
And will not budge

I try to erase it, with no such luck
It lives on my paper
Running a muck

I try to cover it, with illustrations a glow
But it’s there underneath
All the colors in tow

For it lives on my paper, forever a smudge
Bothering me greatly
With its hiss and grudge

I want it go, as it steadies its stare
Silently mocking my words
With nothing more but a glare

On and on, into the night
My smudge remains
And continues it’s blight

Then I realized, why it won’t leave
It’s because my dear friends
The smudge is me

– C.A. Sullivan

The Sun’s Sacrifice

The orange sun sets,
Kissing the oceans edge,
Calming it’s unsettled waves,
Healing it’s lonely tears,
Warming it’s cold heart.
It’s not without sacrifice,
That the sun soothes the ocean so,
For she is swallowed up each night,
Taken from her place in the sky,
And drowned in the sea’s misery,
Until a new day,
When she can rise,
and shine again.

– C.A. Sullivan

Everything In It’s Place

The world only seems chaotic
because we don’t understand it.
But actually, every moment
whether it be painful, fearful,
joyous or exciting,
has been carefully designed
and placed exactly where it is.
It’s hard for us to understand
because we can’t get outside of ourselves
and above it all to see the
masterpiece puzzle we are slowly
putting together
that creates a larger picture,
a greater meaning.
Some parts are terrifying,
others are messy.
But in the heart of it all
is a connection
that runs so deep and so true
we couldn’t possibly see it with our
naked eye.
But it is felt,
in every wish,
in every heartbeat,
in every joyful moment,
in a child’s laugh.
in a restful sleep.

– C.A Sullivan