Poetry, short prose, & general musings.
Sometimes I sense her
Bursting forth from my chest
A surge of excitement & creativity
Is an aura of her arrival
Like an exorcism of sorts
She is ready to be known
To smash conventionality
Wreck routine & expectation.
Will I ever unchain her wrists
Release the bonds
That have been wrapped for so long?
I love her
And fear her
I want to know her
And ignore her.
She is to me
A free fall, a high stakes gamble.
Another year
Another empty birthday
Instead of dinners & candles
There is pain & grief.
I have no generic expressions
Or contrite rhymes
To express the reality
That you are still gone.
You are at peace
And we are still here.
We have no choice
But to move, grow, learn.
We close our eyes for a moment
Remembering you.
We open our eyes
And take a step forward.
At times I want to envelop you
Like the amoeba we once were
A primal instinct
Returning you to a place
Where it feels secure
I long for you to be with me
Everywhere I go.
But your spirit won’t allow that
The wild freedom of you
Bursting forth to the world.
At times I want to envelop you
Like the amoeba we once were
A primal instinct
Returning you to a place
Where it feels secure
I long for you to be with me
Everywhere I go.
But your spirit won’t allow that
The wild freedom of you
Bursting forth to the world.
Kacie B. Sharpe 