Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
Having lost that part that mattered most, carelessly given away. With little or no regard for the future.
By Katie 5 years ago in Poets
Suppose for moment, the fate of the world rested with one person. One individual who, like it or not,
There was an avalanche of emotions, tumbling uncontrolled, gaining speed, rushing, exploding outward.
Its a wreck of a boat, beached,rotting, long past saving. Still it has a certain draw, a certain beauty in it’s decaying carcass.
Its one of those days, gray, the colors of fall gone. The wind is starting to pick up, causing the leaves to dance down the path before me.
I’m stuck somewhere between here and there. Where I am and where I want to be. She’s trying I know she is, this change, this thing I’ve put on her.
A Tempest on the horizon. Heading our way. Invisible to the blind, unheard by the deaf, hidden by others.
Be the mountain, Imagine in yourself the strength, the will, the patience, of a mountain. Imagine the presence that a mountain exerts,
At some point in the past, a small piece of rock was nudged, pulled from it’s orbit somewhere beyond Mars. Some unseen gravitational force seizing it.
I find solace in solitude, my quiet runs alone, talking to none, but myself. How odd really to contemplate oneself
Occasionally On a rare day, when the weather’s right and the body’s willing a run will turn into something more.
With profound support, I have entered into a new era of my life. An era of self discovery, a time of completeness.
