Autonomous Traveller
winding in and out of union
Myriad sweet lovers and time-rich connections
As I traverse this gilded trail that shows its glinting crust
only after winding, grinding crawls through caverns
At last rising to the light of day
remembering, golden
A beloved may meet me, sparkling
to glide that polished path with me
Or, he may find me in the dark
clawing from the root-bed
Reminding me of learnings incomplete
Reminding me of yearnings at my feet
Perhaps one will pull me down, beneath the shimmering way
tempting me into shadow, testing my resolve
My sovereignty growing with each return to that which reflects daylight
Recalling that I too can travel this elevation, whether with beloved or not
It is my birthright
Happiness does not depend on partnership
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Auntie Licious
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Alyssa has been a lifelong writer, having recently begun sharing her creations more widely. Her poems are inspired by nature, heartache, activism, sensitivity and mental health.
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The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author7 days ago in Fiction
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