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My heart races

As I sit here



Head perched against



This window sill.



Listening intently as



The rain falls



Unrelenting.



The continuous



Pitter-patter



And splitter-splatter



Should be



Calming to my nerves



Like a sedative.



Yet



Instead, my heart pounds



Beating against my rib cage



Like it's begging to be released.



What gives?



What gives?



Is it because my soul sits in



Unrest?



Is it because my life has become



So stressed?



Am I losing my mind?



Or am I losing time?



Fluttering around



Panicked over the little things



Yes



The little things.



Is that the source of my disturbance?



The rain pours against the window pane.



So hard



So rough



I swear I can feel it on my



Skin.



Calm,



Me.



Rest,



Me.



Bless,



Me.



Let me,



Sleep easy.



I'll take my worries



My distress



My



Heartache



And unhappiness.



I'll place them in this bottle as



I set it outside my window



So that I might sleep in peace.



Until the rain fills this



Canteen of sorrow and grief



Spilling it over the brim



Over flowing



Over lapping



Until my heart races again.