Like breathing
I only feel alive
When giving away
Parts of myself
Or taking in
Forests, mountains
I greet the ocean
as an old friend
Honouring him
Palms cupped
Watching the
Salty brine
Trickle between
Splaying fingers
The blessing
Resides in the
Flow itself
She still breathes
Even with the
Clotted horror
Nestled deep
Beside her heart
So why am I
Envisioning bleak
Futures unfold
Choking on
My own fear
Paralyzed
Tempted to
Curl inward
Some small snail
Dying, tender
Flesh rippling
Like a flag
Lazily billowing
Lapping softly at
Cotton candy clouds
When I was
A child, I
Longed to touch
Their misty vapour
Convinced physics
Lied about their
Very nature
It’s not fair
Life isn’t fair
Princess
When we shed
Our wrinkled bodies
Do we become
Brides of death
For she has
Been lonely
Tired, sick
It might be nice for
A woman who
Loves to dress up
Be beautiful
Wear high heels
Go two-stepping
She used to move
Float across
Dance floors
Twirling
Swaying
Just like
Breathing
About the Creator
Aspen Marie
In love with life and all of its foibles.
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Comments (1)
Those first four lines... Eesh, you know how to write! Loved this!