It looks like a jumble of junk on a bedside table.

Look closer. It's anything but.

Here sits a repository of wishes and witness to good intentions.

Tangible clues of my roots, wings and everything in between.

Books that I ache to read, but haven't made the time. 

They taunt me.

A picture intended to remind me to be kind to myself and others.

It fails. I keep it there anyway.

Rosary beads. 

Comfort through ritual and remembrance. Respite in the storm. 


All watching as I sleep.

Linking up with Mama Kat's writing prompt: Write a post in just 12 lines.