Feeling like a place
You are set up that way
It’s like all the feelings in one place,
A place that is open and closed,
And no drink limits,
A place that requires you to
Do nothing,
But presents
everything to you.
Dreaming about a place,
A place to go,
Where there is nowhere to go,
Or
Somewhere to be.
Time in a box,
Or a clock tells me the time,
It doesn’t ever change by holding the time,
Just by presenting it in a physical form,
And I hold the box inside of me,
A heart.
My heart is a place I go,
No one can go there,
And yet,
It’s open to you.
About the Creator
Melissa Ingoldsby
I am a published author on Patheos,
I am Bexley by Resurgence Novels
The Half Paper Moon on Golden Storyline Books for Kindle.
The Job, The Space between Us and Atonement published by JMS Books this year!!
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Eye opening
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Comments (1)
Melissa, hello. I love the freedom and irony and ambiguity you expressed in this poem. I loved lines like "And no drink limits", which transcends the limits of ordinary life. Thank you!