I am an old soul with many stories in my head...from many lifetimes. Some are true. Some less so.
There is an invisible link When your hands are bound A tether on another plain A tie that binds your very souls together
By Natalie Felix9 months ago in Poets
This petty foolishness This hurt and retribution There is enough damage all around There is blame enough to share too There are endless apologies due
It's hard to push through the stigma And the feeling of being punished for being ill For a neurological disorder you never asked for
When you start looking at the pieces, But the puzzle won't come together. Keep maneuvering toward the center. Migrate to the core of the image.
I'm seeing spots And they were not on the menu today I ordered yogurt, Greek, strawberry Is it a pattern from my subconscious
Your petty vibe won't bring me down And I won't seek you out Not for conflict, Or out of curiosity Or jealousy Or whatever
I have a literary blood clot That is impeding my ability To write the words I desire Instead, my heart and head Swirl across the pages
My pulse quickens with each step towards the doors A cold sweat forms along my hairline I feel each nerve ending begin to react
Sleeping without you is a singularly lonely experience, I have never felt an alone quite like this before, It is more hollow and cold than solitude;
To fear the nothing. When the silence isn't quiet. When darkness is more than pitch black. When whispers are lost on the wind.
I remember tiny hands Wrapped around my fingers Long after your butterfly movements And heal to toe drum solos Played percussion from within my womb
By Natalie Felix10 months ago in Poets
Time goes by slowly now It's such a long way back Trying to build my life From the bottom up Friends offer words of Encouragement