Everywhere There is Noise

Everywhere
there is noise.
There is action, motion,
distractions
that pull you away, tear you
from
the quiet your soul
hungers for,
leaving you to starve
in the midst
of abundance.

About this poem

A way too busy week this week, making it hard to focus on the important things. Good things, just too many of them. It’s like there is a battle going on inside me, a struggle to find the quiet that nourishes me as I do all these wonderful things that I “should” be doing.

Tom