I’ve been expecting your call for years now
Both elated and deflated when it doesn’t come I hope that I am growing into a softer and greener self, That I have less moments of glitching one inch to the right of my skin like Why are you this way when you know it’s not so deep And deep I have collated the mistakes in with the good things And I am no longer worried about where they stack up So at night, I sleep whenever I am tired and do not lie awake There is the future, ahead of me Like a road And I don’t know where it ends or what happens on the way But I am not afraid to walk Can it really be that simple? I ask in the quiet moments when dread has edged away And I can just sit in the perfect, temperate, breezy summer And there are not too many bugs Can it really be that simple?
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