In this moment i feel fine. Not trapped like falls foliage under neath winters white blanket. Neither do i feel free Like the fowl that flew south. I feel somewhere in the awkward middle ground between Flight and containment. But what a beautiful feeling. I may not be airbourne, Honking with the lively flock of beasts Seeking asylum from winters Chillful howls. But at least im above ground. And thats encouraging.
Just jotting a little poem. Alot of people go through **** this time of year. Some have the best times of their lives. Just happy to be riding the in between. Merry xmas every body.
another unfamiliar holiday broken pieces repeatedly jammed together trying to become whole again the silence is deafening between each cutting remark tears are shed and I don’t feel like I belong these people are close by proximity but not close by heart I wish I could escape though the december air is hot in florida the people around me are what make it feel so cold
a wonderful christmas eve experience led to a not-so-wonderful christmas morning, which inspired me to write this poem juxtaposed to the one from last night
Anxious she finds herself Though lately less so Childhood bed In her childhood home Thinking childish thoughts in her childhood head Russian nesting doll
Nesting Nesting soon to be though not so Rings and nausea And please let me sleep Head in her mother’s lap
Mental illness and lack of routine Tapping on her glass
The blurry light from the hallway outside the bedroom reflecting on the shiny wooden headboard. How many many many times has this dappled wood revealed its imperfections in that blurry reflected light? Put me to sleep with your consistency and resolve
Thank you little light And mother’s hands that flipped the switch And eyes that remember And mini terrors of her adolescents that gave this reflection the right to sweep across her consciousness in swooning waves that feel soothing as they scrape.
In this moment its comfort is quite enough
Trying to fall asleep over the holidays and the blurry reflection of the light on the headboard that I didn’t know was so familiar to me
family gathered around the table every year for something special hearty laughter fills the air and I feel at peace telling stories cracking jokes sharing memories i’m reminded of my blessings though the family is small the bond is stronger as we grow close and feel our love though the december air is hot in florida the people around me are what make winter warm
I was inspired to write after such a wonderful christmas with my family this year. my aunt and uncle are in town and our time together has really been great I love them a lot :’)
December, To some it’s holly peaceful, and a joyous time full of family and friends. To me it’s cold dark and lonely. Happy holidays to the ones that celebrate. Enjoy your family and fun. I’ll be crying in the corner.