Dear creativity,
Write a poem on loss and let me feel the way it slips through my veins triggering salt water waterfalls falling from my face
Sit in the ocean with your hands around a stone that you pray Mother Nature doesn't need back today because it's the only thing grounding you to the chaos outside of the water
Climb a mountain just to paint the view because pictures never do it justice and you can taste the way the hills cascade and the clouds touch the horizon
Find an empty corridor of a pandemic stricken world and slip off your shoes so you can feel the floor beneath you as you move, dancing from one side of oblivion to the other side of you
Let your hair down and sing to the wild horses the song that sits inside like a metronome that doesn't turn off, in time that voice will find your soft side
Be vulnerable and be brave, the way your Mother always said, and tell the ones you love that they're never far away. Find time to sit in silence, and let your mind be still, for the things that bring out passion, are the things that truly heal.
Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 3:10 PM UTC
Dear creativity,
Write a poem on loss and let me feel the way it slips through my veins triggering salt water waterfalls falling from my face
Sit in the ocean with your hands around a stone that you pray Mother Nature doesn't need back today because it's the only thing grounding you to the chaos outside of the water
Climb a mountain just to paint the view because pictures never do it justice and you can taste the way the hills cascade and the clouds touch the horizon
Find an empty corridor of a pandemic stricken world and slip off your shoes so you can feel the floor beneath you as you move, dancing from one side of oblivion to the other side of you
Let your hair down and sing to the wild horses the song that sits inside like a metronome that doesn't turn off, in time that voice will find your soft side
Be vulnerable and be brave, the way your Mother always said, and tell the ones you love that they're never far away. Find time to sit in silence, and let your mind be still, for the things that bring out passion, are the things that truly heal.
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