Been a minute

It’s been a minute since I have sat to pour my soul. So many skeletons let out and secrets spilt. It makes it difficult sometimes to write the next thing. In the rapidly changing times we are in globally we’ve never been so isolated while completely plugged in and acutely aware of what is happening.It […]

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. . I only think of you when I’m breathing Haunted by guilt- drowning in what ifs Chasing down yesterday that will never be today’s I only think of you when I’m breathing

The Pulse of Misery

I have thought about this post for a while. I haven’t posted in sometime. I went from everyday day to every couple to weeks of silence. It isn’t that I enjoy writing any less or have anything less to say. It is more complicated then that. In this moment I have so many thoughts swimming […]

Goodbye

Boxes are packed, memories are stored One last look, I’m out the door The time has come to start again The time has come to mark the end I walk away without a second thought The wars been waged, the battles fought So long, goodbye Time to spread my wings and fly.

From the Corner

I stare out at the moon Curled up in my room Desperate for the dawn to break So many demons circling Welcoming the darkness The fullness of the moon Taunts me From the corner in my room https://seasonsapoeticjourney.com/2019/12/14/poetry-prompt/I

Refuel

Take a little time to enjoy the silence the view the sentiment Feed your mind body soul Recharge Regroup Refuel Recover from whatever has dimmed your light

Sacrifice

. . . Full of rough angles and edges, not designed to fit Created, raised and liberated to stand out Every moment brought by authintisity Steadfast determination, unwavering confidence A warrior in her craft, matched by noone Freedom is the reward for her bravery She lay down her life, creating a bridge Joining the world’s […]

Daybreak

It is becoming increasingly overwhelming The list seems neverending Drowning while standing on dry land Struggling to breathe The ringing sound of silence echos in my ears Making it impossible to think. The pressure of it, is crushing I simply can’t hold it up anymore Expectations once had, lay broken in the yard Shuffling the […]

Remembrance

Pinterest . . . Little Red Flower Symbol of Remembrance Grow in Flanders Field

Writers Block

I have written in so long I don’t know where to start A million thoughts, even fewer ideas Tangible theory rolled in conspiracies I can’t make any sense of what I want to say So I lay the pen down, for another day.