Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
Belief, such a tenuous thing. Easily destroyed in many. My own beliefs included. Lately though, I had found renewed strength.
By Katie about a year ago in Poets
Emptied, forcefully. I’ve pushed myself to this purging, this letting go. For so long I’ve held it close, for so long it’s held me in it’s grasp.
Is there time for flowers, still? Some lingering blooms that wait til fall. Their beauty revealed as others fade. Do I have the time to pause and gaze, to smell and listen.
Perception. I could easily give in, despite my normally positive, usually happy outlook towards life, I could easily give in.
Would I be, could I be, given the chance, that image of me that so often dances in my dreams? However briefly. Would one moment suffice, to quell this lifetime of want?
What has accured, I accept. All that has happened, all that foul water under the bridge, that changed me, I accept this,
What would I do? If I did. Or, what should I do? First. To gain back control of my life. Some semblance of balance, some small moderation of bad habits.
By Katie 2 years ago in Poets
I don’t want to not anymore. I’ve spent too many years not doing, not going, not eating, not living......,fully. Not even being able to be in the moment.
They’re everywhere, lurking about. Ready to take, what is not theirs to take. It seems I’ve no defense, no armor, no choice.
Sometimes it’s all a jumble. Scattered thoughts boucing around with a mind of their own. What grows from these seeds of thought pushing up through the soil are hardly ever what I perceived at first.
How do I express these strong feelings of identity? To who, can I convey my desires, my convictions, of who I am? Who I feel I am becoming.
Aren’t you sick, yet? Haven’t you had it up to here yet? Instead, you, shrug your shoulders and turn away. You’ve no energy left to fight you say.
