#themorningafter
hungover...
from tiredness,
sleepless as I lay in weight,
heavy heart, blurry brain;
a complete mess.
brittle bones, dull tones, life lost,
courage scattered from the night before.
Trying to remember, "I am not less!"
One way to get unstuck,
own your truth, not give a f@#k,
and be gentleness,
to myself and all around,
which is the most profound
of this journey, I profess.
it's not over.
.
.
.
It's just begun!
Jun 9, 2024
Jun 9, 2024 at 11:49 PM UTC
we emerge in the morning
from our cotton cocoon.
misshapen and distant,
spines upright too soon.
i peek out, hazy eyed -
black spike corolla lashes
fossil-old mascara dried.
i speak out, lazy mouthed -
once bright expectations
now damp, the fire doused.
we promise, hands tied, to eagerly phone,
until we escape - at last - to go be alone.
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 11:47 AM UTC