F Former career librarian with over 25 years in libraries and media. Previously served as chief of staff to a former NFL player. Poet and writer. Lives with husband and cat in Marrakesh. 109 followers / 69.2k words
When I speak I feel misunderstood My words seem twisted The meaning is changed I feel lost and alone I don't know what to do Schisms are created making relating difficult The air gets heavy I become afraid to speak I tremble and grow quiet
When I speak I feel misunderstood People don't hear what I mean The intention is mired down in muck I feel lost and alone I can't find my way
She waited all day for the sun to drop She needed the darkness It would help free her It would remove the bonds tying her
As the sun dropped for the day She readied herself She put on a long white dress She went to the balcony She climbed up on the table As she moved to the edge She spread out her arms All of a sudden wings appeared She took a leap and flew into the darkness She is free