& now I know this life is mine -
to embrace the change that awaits, & relish the beauties of the vast world, capturing the essence of the everlasting, this is where I reclaim my solace - & now I know this life is mine
Day 2: National Poetry Writing Month
I can see the light coming through
beginning to flood us there’s something honest about being here call it understanding give it a willing name it knows exactly what to say I need me the most.
From my upcoming collection, 'Haven't the Foggiest'.
Get up off your thinking chair
and ski-doo all your blues away Drive a cold heart through a snow drift Realize that the static's too blurry to rationalize through the fake So don't look for clues, junior The facts of life are that sitcoms are no way to base a future So all I can do is find breathtaking views and write words that ought to be listened to by people kneeling in pews
A singular urge is a first,
reach out and stretch to grasp what's ahead. Craving the crest of a wave, we're high on the day as it's made. Each is a slave where emotions are led, fixed with impatient aches when we age. Hard to remember which intentions were sent, resetting said objectives of late. Targets in sight from the white of your eye, these short lived events curl up in death. Less than a wisp as it fades into air, rolling along to reclaim what we shared.
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I decided to give you back
I know now I thrive with those who see where I begin
What cannot be yours,
no further shall be desired of. Sunk into shallow waters, gone up in smoke, narrowly ablaze. Torn to pieces, unabashedly re-framed. No matter what you desire of, at the end must be yours and reclaimed.
The vibrations shake,
as my eyes awake, and realize, as I visualize; The cages bolted up around me, minds corrupt with lies of the honey, lathered on this dummy. the scars cling on, Reminders thereupon enlighten the subconscious, as I live among the conscious. The last breath is taken, As from this trance I awaken.
thoughts and introspection during meditation, teach you the meaning of life as you stand as your own master. Become your own master and reclaim the lost.
There are holes in my memory,
missing pieces of time claimed by malnutrition. It is a bitter pill to swallow, knowing that my own actions had such severe consequences. Knowing that I so wholeheartedly believed that what I was doing was right, that it was what I deserved. Losing pieces of myself to an identity that did not belong to me. A girl is not supposed to be a disorder becoming nothing more than an illness personified.