Jul 2021
After gravity fades
And the crowds die away
And all that's left is me
And I'm finally free
Not to sleep, or be scared, or be anything
But me
When I write like this right
For just a moment
I am free
And for an instant I feel
That there's no wrong in me
I am free
And the crowds die away
And all that's left is me
And I'm finally free
Not to sleep, or be scared, or be anything
But me
When I write like this right
For just a moment
I am free
And for an instant I feel
That there's no wrong in me
I am free
When I complete a set of poetry, no matter how large or small. I get such a wonderful feeling of accomplishment now. It's like a calming breath which seeps out from my chest. It's not easy to describe, but I just feel... almost more centered somehow. Like there's less voice in my mind.
And simply put... it's nice.
And simply put... it's nice.
