My life is like an ocean,
often times
A storm
Sweeping across countries in rage
In attempt to prove
That no man can control me
totally unpredictable waves crashing
pulling me out deeper than I can understand
Swallowing my air
Taking me for a ride
I didn’t think I was ready for
Almost drowning me
Until I let go
In sweet surrender
Underwater
I slowly sink
Until I am cast upon the shoreline
Fully embraced by the warm sand
The sun glistening
Welcoming a new day
Bronzed with wisdom
The salty air
Tangled in my hair
Wrapping my curls in a perfect design
A delicate balance
Between water and earth
I then become the soft rhythm
Of the salty tides
Playing tug of war
With the grains of our ancestors
Kissing the earth sweetly
Until we someday
Ask them to join us
In the mystery of tomorrow
About the Creator
Veronica
I am the moss silken on watered stones, rooted deep in rich soil. Earthen creature, I am the night sky -starry and strayed from the forgotten path of poets - I am, the chatter from the iron rails rattling as the train carries itself home.
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 drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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