Apr 2014
It is beyond quiet for even the pen does not speak as it falls.
There is me and hardly that for my memories gone.
My name, family, friends, what I have done in life, I do not even care to recall.
There is my target, it was a goner once the silence was switched on.
There is me and hardly that for my memories gone.
My name, family, friends, what I have done in life, I do not even care to recall.
There is my target, it was a goner once the silence was switched on.
Some people call it being "in the zone" or "finding inner peace". I feel like nothing can truly fit as a name for it. Back in the day I use to do archery competitively and even got top female of the state in NC in 2010. You could say I am retired now because I don't really have the proper equipment to train anymore. Today though I got bored so I grabbed my old bow, some paint, attached a tennis ball to an arrow, and shot paint at an old table top in the back yard. I didn't quite get to the feeling described in this little poem but I was close and it was nice.
