MIND. BODY. SOUL.
... So I did a thing. For years (decades really) I've been writing poetry on and off. Typically during certain tough situations where the emotions and words just pour out. It was a way to let go and heal, and move forward to a newer, better version of myself. Well, now I've released about 20 ...
She sits in a coffee shop Her pencil twirling round and round Perplexed in confusion Unsure of the page to turn The lamp dims letting shadows in The fan quells the dampness A chair tilts in the background The mirror reflects a jaded rust Her eyes scan the room She bits her lip in an unsure distrust Her eyebrow raises She crosses the other leg The door ...
She fell down the stairs She clutched her heart She cried tears of joy She had escaped She had given away her hopes and dreams She had left her desires She had new ones New endeavors New adventures New stairs to climb
She sipped from a tattered wine glass The edges cracked with regret The glass smokey from indecision The base fragile from temptation She adorned a worn silk dress Ripped on the edge from too many falls Smooth from the desires fulfilled A little too short from the times spent around the hamster wheel She strapped on shiny new heels New to the touch and ...