After being
several weeks
secluded
silent
unseen
and
Now fretting
over
if
anyone
noticed
my absence
After being
several weeks
secluded
silent
unseen
and
Now fretting
over
if
anyone
noticed
my absence
I haveanotherthinkcoming it’s coming it’scoming it’s I’msoso sososo tired
Sun rises ona new dayflickering lightfrom dark cornersof my soul I refuseto surrenderto sorrowfor I knowlove lives on light and faircalming the thornsand trencheson my trail sadnessseeks faithto kindlehope’s flamelight and fair spring’s sundeliversdelight behind winter’s somberslumber
Dive into a world where each genre reveals a new facet of life’s journey. From the depths of horror to the heights of inspiration, these opening sentences of an autobiography invite readers on a journey through love, terror, redemption, and cosmic exploration, all bound by the thread of life’s constant revisions.
I choose waterYou drink wineAnd, honestly, that’s just fine. You wear redI wear blueIt’s what we do. I play classicsYou play popOur joint rhythms never stop. You watch travel showsI read novelsBoth exploring worlds of marvel. I paint landscapesYou sculpt bustsArt’s expressions earn our trust. I vote leftYou lean rightYet we hardly ever fight. You…
I’m longingfor cold water springstripping down canyon creeks,for birdsongs accompanyingmountain trail runs,for air that carriesthe sound of rebirth. I cravewarm sun kisses,freckled cheeks watching,colorful kites catchinggentle wind,open skies unfoldinga promise of play. Our winter freezehas lingered far too long,has kept us indoors,has doomed us to scrollingthrough false memoriesof better days. It’s past timewe gather,we collect,we…
This poem has been revised. A lot. It began as a didactic piece about fasting and hyrdration.