Liminal

First Poem

By Aspen Marie Published 2 years ago • 1 min read

The space between a feeling and an action is infinite

I tell myself this

as everything happens all at once

God is dead

No one is policing my thoughts

Your feelings are valid

But feelings aren’t facts

I tell them this

While my luminous mind makes up stories

I tell them everyone wants to be seen

Heard

Loved

I am waiting to feel all of these things

Maybe if I write here with no name

Without needing to be good at it

I won’t feel like

I need to earn my existence

When I take up less space

Will I earn my existence

If I am good

If I am grateful

While I wait

I will paint

In love with life and all of its foibles.

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