When there was a challenge just getting a parking spot at Christmas, I was Memberful. Accepted.
When the noise goes beyond human ears.
When the pavement no longer meets my approval.
That is where you will find me.
Tripping, laughing, and found once more.
WHEN is where I will be.
I need not explain, I think.
Put me in the back of the closet for now.
Hidden from view until when.
Come at me from jagged views; it is Members Only.
About the Creator
Raissa Dassel
I have been a poet since my childhood. It peaked during my misunderstood teens and now again in my 50th year of life. It would be an honor to have people respond to my thoughts. I played the piano as a child, too. It is a beautiful life.
Keep reading
More stories from Raissa Dassel and writers in Poets and other communities.
We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic2 days ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.