Poetry, short prose, & general musings.
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.
Silhouette of a barren tree
Waves to me gently
Against a burning orange sky
As if to say
Yes, this world holds opposites
Tragedy & beauty
And I will bloom again.
Kacie B. Sharpe 