Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
At some point in the past,
a small piece of rock was nudged,
pulled from it’s orbit somewhere beyond Mars.
Some unseen gravitational force seizing it.
By Katie 2 years ago in Poets
I find solace in solitude,
my quiet runs alone, talking to none, but myself.
How odd really
to contemplate oneself
On a rare day, when the weather’s right
and the body’s willing
a run will turn into something more.
With profound support,
I have entered into a new era of my life.
An era of self discovery,
a time of completeness.
I closed my eyes and slipped my skin,
like vapor I floated.
There was no resistance, such as would be felt from water.
mourn the child that I was?
Should I look back in dismay at the naive
innocence of my youth?
as humans have we come to this,
a turning away
a tamping down of our emotions.
I looked into her eyes and saw my future,
laid out before me like a river,
flowing deep and wide.
With a dark turbulence,
An old barn,
devoid of paint, doors askew.
The weight of many winters heavy on it’s timbers.
Home to pigeons and mice.
A lingering twilight, descending into night,
a casual breeze bringing a suspicious mist.
Of an unknown origin, it carries a spell,
While treading water I open up my mind,
considering my relationship with this element.
Inhaling I allow myself to sink,
This camouflage I wear,
I donned it long ago, having realized its necessity to survival.