Making me better
I woke up early,
Looked around the gloom,
You weren’t there,
So, I went back to sleep,
Slept some more,
With my black out shades,
Keeping it dark,
Since the sun is up,
So ridiculously early,
It’s brighter too.
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Another day stretches out,
Before me alone,
I walk by the river,
Exploring my soul,
Always looking, for you,
Anyone really that I know,
Just to have that connection,
To look into their eyes,
To know that I matter,
To someone at least.
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Late at night,
Whilst on my balcony,
I hear the yearning calls,
Of the curlews,
Looking for love,
Those echoing calls,
They touch my soul,
It cries, laments back,
I dream of you,
Here with me, at last.
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Instead, I am alone,
That, finally is OK,
I have my balcony,
My view, my walks,
The river, some friends,
And my succulent plant.
It is thriving here,
As do I, that sun,
The weather,
And Brisbane herself,
Making me better.
About the Creator
Emma Datson
I am 40ish, medically interesting, Australian poet, who is finally using her voice. My superpower is my vocabulary. Dive in and read an eclectic mix of poetry and creative non-fiction, full of love, grief and hope. Light, love
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