My Wingspan
Ruffled thought of flight and dis-pare, birds view
Beset
from within.
A moment please, to stop the world from spinning, as I float through the ocean of depletion.
My back raft of escape, I search for breath to catch, the clouds mimic my linear path.
Easily I make my way out to sea, never to return or be heard from, subtle notice.
Summer breeze siren to distant shores, in search of serenity, rumored place.
A moment’s peace I seek, amongst the waves of silence I have known.
The ocean takes me, like any other litter it has sent along its way.
Finding deposit in collection, far away and of another day.
Yesterday’s importance, today just a throwaway.
Ocean of blue complimenting hearts blu.
We ride horizons called, timeless.
Sun promised to meet us.
Without much worry.
Or even to care.
Arrive I do.
Again.
Until tides turn,
and spirited moon,
Request my full return.
I contemplate my choices.
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About Writing
Most people talk about things that bother them as a way to vent their emotions, another way is through writing. As I sit writing in my car, I ponder how much writing, in itself, has helped me become the person I am today. I have endless amounts of pages filled with poems, stories, and sometimes random blurbs. Writing is a window into your soul. The simple action of writing has benefited me; by helping me to achieve a better memory, helping me to learn and grow intellectually, and helping me to communicate my emotions.
By Sarah Wilcox4 days ago in Journal
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