Serenity, found
If only in my mind-heart space. Funny how 99% of people don’t give a shit… but one can only care for those of their kind, and there are some rare souls out there who make my day. We are the true 1% 🖤🏴☠️🐉🦇🖤
The invitation you’re afraid to accept
Could be the one to life itself.
Right now and here, not elsewhere or later,
Unprepared, untrained,
You become your own hater.
Endless to do lists, urgent calls of duty…
You’re so tired of this,
Where’s the time for beauty?
No you can’t afford it!
You’ll get into trouble!
But every wish, dishonoured,
Adds more weight to struggle.
Oh the sense of guilt,
Oh the fear of failure!
Loser! You must quit! —
Bullshit tales they tell you.
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…Back to future, forward to the past
Means here-now… Timeless outcast.
No solutions and will never be.
Problems will dissolve, just let them be.
Think you’re stealing time from all the shoulds —
Things inflicting countless crippling wounds?
Or, by chance, disloyal think you are?
They’re still here but drifted way too far.
So I’m hiding here in the woods,
Isolated from the trolls and shoulds.
Lost you are, they’d say, no solid ground!
Fine… Secure At Home, I’m feeling found.
September 9, 2022.
About the Creator
Nica Breeze
I started writing fairy-tales before I could spell the letters right, at age 6. My fiction and poetry are about one’s private world and love-hate relationship with reality.
I emigrated to America from Eastern Europe, found home in Montana.
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