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She wanted to simply be.
Simple.
Spend everyday in a sashay
across this life.
It would be so much better
than dealing with days from hell itself.
Cutting around every corner.
Trying to miss the void
rapidly approaching.
Hoping to find meaning in
every broken second.
Maybe it would all add up.
Maybe she could figure it out.
But sometimes things just fall apart.
And sometimes things couldn't be stitched
back together again.
Not if she couldn't learn to fall.
Not if she wasn't willing to lose herself.
Life was supposed to be
beautiful, wasn't it?
Big doe-eyes shine in disbelief
and tears paint overworked cheeks.
Maybe not, she thinks.
Maybe not.
Simple.
Spend everyday in a sashay
across this life.
It would be so much better
than dealing with days from hell itself.
Cutting around every corner.
Trying to miss the void
rapidly approaching.
Hoping to find meaning in
every broken second.
Maybe it would all add up.
Maybe she could figure it out.
But sometimes things just fall apart.
And sometimes things couldn't be stitched
back together again.
Not if she couldn't learn to fall.
Not if she wasn't willing to lose herself.
Life was supposed to be
beautiful, wasn't it?
Big doe-eyes shine in disbelief
and tears paint overworked cheeks.
Maybe not, she thinks.
Maybe not.
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Wind Underneath My Wings
As a child I played with the wind, I would pretend to call it forth, Dust devils whirling around me, Extending my arms like wings, Imagining it lifting me up, Soaring through the sky like a bird. Or I would stand at the top of a dune, Feeling the salt wind of the Pacific, My clothes flapping with the force, Letting it fill me with aeolian energy. In moments of turmoil the wind comes, Swirling inside like a hurricane, Reminding me of spiraling galaxies... I close my eyes and breath slowly, Savoring the elemental life force, Moving in and out of this body, Seeking to master the energy, Before it spins out of control, Pouring forth into the world, In a storm of flesh and blood.
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Hide and Seek
With my eyes closed and arms stretched out in front of me, I listen carefully to any scratch, crunch or shuffle, that will lead to where the trees hide you from me. And as soon as my heart eases, and my breath deepens, you give way, just as I was waiting for you to, and the game begins again.
The wind brushes against my face once more, and the branches clinging to me from wherever possible, beckoning me to stay, as my feet stumble to follow your quick movements. Racing onwards, exerting my body to its limits. My heart pounding and rattling the cage containing it as the exhilaration heightens, in full realization that I might finally catch
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NaPoWriMo Day 9.
Prompt from:
. Write a poem inspired by a quote:
[8] “The art of living is more like wrestling than dancing.” - Marcus Aurelius
You won't make it if you don't learn to fight back or learn how to make mistakes. Shit happens sometimes and you either deal...or you don't. Nobody can do it for you. Nobody.
Comments, and all that
Prompt from:
. Write a poem inspired by a quote:[8] “The art of living is more like wrestling than dancing.” - Marcus Aurelius
You won't make it if you don't learn to fight back or learn how to make mistakes. Shit happens sometimes and you either deal...or you don't. Nobody can do it for you. Nobody.
Comments, and all that
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