Poem; Saturday

The breeze creates surround-sound bird symphonies.

I’m on the run from mundanity;

Walking in the grass with no shoes on.

Sleeping with the same clothes on.

Who made the rules?

I’ll buy an ice-cream and become a tourist in my hometown.

(Without an open mind or making changes, you cannot grow or embrace your truest path; change is inevitable.

Through intent my thoughts had become fixed.

I thought I had no time to be in a relationship, set on a single life with a focus, a full-time job, a therapies business and getting ready for the marketing of my first book.

Yet sometimes I would wonder, will I find someone who can te my restless nature?

Why do I want to be tamed? It will take another untamed to understand me!)

Poem and piece from New Beginnings, read the book and story now by Victoria Day-Joel

Available Worldwide

Olympia Publishers 26th November 2020