“I am breathless. Brandishing a new mindset, breaking bad habits, bending over backwards for air, butchering boorish behavior.”
“I am calm. Counting days, chilling evenings, chattering chorus of chimes in the wind, crashing callous words into the ground.”
“I am softened. Seldomly uttered self love, shallow snow resting, sunshine on the skin, sweaters smothering. Sitting still upon the window sill, sinking into soft spacious awareness.”
“I am grounded. Graciously accepting, grasping for the sky, generously generating. Generational trauma bound to be broken. Gesturing to blessed patches of memories, yet naturally present in this moment.”
“I am all in. Anything. Always. Air in lungs. Grass on my toes. Sun on your skin. Brand new love within old bonds. Reunited. All in, always. Forever. ”
“I am ready. Lost love does not mean never to be found again. The worst things come from that of which we fear, yet being afraid is eternally worse. I am ready, so take this plunge with me; now that I have found you once again.”
About the Creator
Jake Trammell
I write things I could never speak aloud. Usually in the form of poetry or short stories. One day I’d like to write a novel.
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What I Wish Was Said
“It’s just like that, ya know? You think you know what you were here to do but then, just like that; all of it turns to smoke. All you’ve ever known, all you’ve ever done, all the steps you’ve taken and all the breaths you choked on. Turned to dust, blown away by the very air you’ve tried to keep in. You should be angry, you should be sad, you should be happy, you should be tired. You should be in all the moments you inhabit, but this mask you parade around in does no one any good. Your brilliance belittles you, your exasperation is proof of that. You pity yourself but don't take steps to better yourself. You stand a bit straighter and say ‘hey i am fixed.’. You hold your head higher and think you’ve got it all figured out. But it’s just like that, ya know? The world keeps turning, the masses keep walking and you stand where you stood all your life. At the crossroads, wondering where everyone has gone. Sorry friend, they’ve moved on. Dig in deep, and beg for absolution and all you’ll find is isolation. Step towards tomorrow, try a little harder, say sorry when you fuck up and mean it. Keep your back straight, keep your head high, ask for forgiveness and be okay with their answer. Don’t stand in place for longer than you need, rest when necessary and take in the view; enjoy the moment. Be there in the moment. Just don’t dwell in it. Your breath will renew there as it does anywhere else. You’ll be better tomorrow than you were today. Just don’t dwell in it, kid. Forgive and forget, don’t ever resent, let go of grudges, and move on from those who drag you down. Try again, if that’s what you want and take it as far as it’ll go. Just don’t dwell on the mistakes you’ve made along the way. You’re life can’t sort itself out, you’re not that lucky. You’re lucky enough to be right here, right now and honestly… that’s all you need.
By Jake Trammell2 years ago in Poets
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