Poetry, short prose, & general musings.
Brisk breeze
Balm to my soul
Hot tea in my hands
Baked delicacy perfumes the air
Sweater bundled like a hug
A time to slow and prepare
Breathe, move forward
Read more, talk less
Sit still, listen.
Gaze into flicking flames
Let Autumn sink into my bones
Face her with open arms
Allowing fear to be my guide
For that is the first step
Towards greater knowing.
At times I drink to have a laugh
A cheery time to clink glasses
Bring down walls built
Through days of work and grit
Others times – to make the edges fuzzy
Forget the pain and tragedy
Relinquish who I long to be
A therapist would say
I need to feel the pain in a raw way
Not the one – that alcohol dulls
I do wonder when
I won’t need it any longer.
One day I will accept
The realist version of me.
There is a chill in the air
The soft breeze that refreshes my soul
Coincides with a forlorn feeling
A gentle whisper that winter is not so far away.
Nature is foreshadowing, even as the summer sun still burns my skin.
Hurt is so easily exchanged
Like coins tossed
True meaning lost
Foundations like sand
Relationships disband
Over a missed word
An apology unheard
Can we gird our hearts
To withstand the hard parts?
Yet remain soft, open
Vulnerable, a little broken
Allowing others to see
Our true reality
Is our destiny division-
Or can we begin a revision?
Kacie B. Sharpe 