Embark on a Journey of Self-Discovery: To Go or Flow?
Unveiling the Beauty of Spontaneous Poetry!
By the shore, I sit, gazing at the open sea, Lost, unsure of where to be.
Challenges come, no pause to find, Is this my life, or a cause I’ve assigned?
Beach’s beauty, breeze in my hair, Wildlife chasing dreams, their intentions in the air.
“Who am I?” echoes in the quiet space, Seeking self or just a fleeting gaze?
Happiness, a quest on a gravel road, Privileged woes or realistic load?
More or less, the constant chase, In pursuit of the best, life’s endless race.
A circle of thoughts, patterns unfurled, Where to go, or embrace the flow of the world?
About the Creator
Charlene Dro
Hey, it's Charly, your word sorcerer! In life's tapestry, I spin thoughts into words. Cheers to the wild ride of thoughts and the delightful chaos of creativity! 🚀
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Since the only thing that might pull us back up is caring, it only makes sense that here, long after I’ve let my anger born of heartbreak and grief misplace, multiply, misdirect itself, let the enormity of my solitude turn into something I don’t know how to dispute with, something thick and heavy and suffocating, let the coldness thrash and fight under my skin, deeper still, in between the arches of my organs; here where the ground is always close and the fall is easy and I surrender to it often, lie without purpose for hours, it only makes sense that it is here, I decide to show up and surrender to the possibilities of the night. Show up to those who I deserted. Drawn to the sense of accomplishment, something I haven’t felt in a while, to memory of finished dish sending its aroma into the world and with it, wrapping the room with a strong sense of sweet nostalgia, I get up and decide to cook. I pick up my phone, type a message that reads “Dinner at mine @ 8PM, don’t bring anything” and before my courage deserts me again, drop it in our friends’ group chat, the way one would do when diffusing a bomb in the movies: one eye closed, snip at the wire, hoping for the best.
By Mesh Toraskarabout 14 hours ago in Feast
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