Poet & Storyteller ✨
Her heart was made of liquid sunsets 🌅 - Virginia Woolf
Shoreline I’m walking along the shore Waiting to see a sunrise But I’m afraid to hope for one anymore Why am I full to bursting
By Joelle E N3 years ago in Poets
I fell deep In love with you With out a care With love so true You did not try To fix it all You only held Me in the fall
This coffee’s too strong for me. I can’t see the end, or the meaning in all that has been I want to appreciate it, but all I taste
Everything I thought Was wrong about myself was Just my own shadow
They see the blooming But not the waiting; long years Spent under the ground
Every cell in my Body wants to sing out, but Life whispers: “Not yet”
I have spent my life Here but not present, except When the light hits me
Gold glue fills the cracks Between who I used to be And who I am now
Little yellow bud Called a weed by those who do Not understand hope
Cherry blossoms on A barren tree in winter The first signs of spring
Sitting in silence Devouring the first sips of Dawn like medicine
Waiting for daylight Trapped in a dark cell made of Concrete emotions
