Frost on the inside, north winds at my back
Sittin' so pretty on my mighty wood stack
My feathers are ruffled, my eyes are closed
What's gotten to me, nobody knows
Your nest is bigger than the average birds
Yet, I don't complain, call me absurd
Plumpin' up your belly, eatin' just fine
Huffin' and puffin' most of the time
Somethin's in the air and it's eatin' at me
The sky's gone hazy but it's clear to me
There's a whole lotta nothin'
Come Jan-u-ar-ee!
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ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)
~ American feminist living in Sweden ~ SHE/HER
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts7 days ago in Longevity
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Yes indeed, this was a wonderful poem to read. Can’t wait to see what January will bring. Amazing writing, love your work.
Ain't that the truth! Wonderfully penned, Andrea!
wonder if being all puffed up is always for protection?
What a beautiful poem!👏🏼✨ The picture looks great btw!😅
Yup. Who knows for what January will bring, but the huffing and puffing is pretty much guaranteed.
Aww.. So sweet<3 Loved the poem 💕
This is sweet! I love puffins!
Just a great and wonderful poem with a smattering of smiley fun
Wow! This so lovely and intriguing! I loved that image for this piece 👏😊
This poem was so perfect for your cover pic! I loved it!