
Can a friend call me, invite me to a party?
Ring my line to check in... my head's in the clouds again,
My fear is making sounds again... I need to touch the ground again,
remember I am not my thoughts,
I'm not a shell of rot or someone God forgot to favor
or provide for,
I've grown past that belief.
This year is a new slate, but today is an old wave,
exposing that I'm afraid of all that is to come,
Unseen and Unheard, particularly the worst,
Irrational fears taking the wheel again, I can't bear
to pretend, they're not driving me off course...
I need to redirect, remember who I am,
remember not to let day dreaming drift me off again...
So can a friend stop by, to meditate outside?
Take me out of this place and start a brand new life.
About the Creator
Bri Campbell
I am a 24 year old writer from New York. I love writing romantic poetry that blends modern and classic styles. Please feel free to share my work with your friends and like or comment.
IG: @bricampbell.xi


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