Poetry, short prose, & general musings.
Swimsuits drying on a porch baluster
Toys strewn about
Chair fabric stained
Feet landing in sticky places on the floor
Board and batten splattered with Nutella
Delicious wool rug pulled from little truck tires
Crumbs collecting in corners
As much as I long
For things to be tidy, beautiful, esthetic
I want more for them to be used up
Overworked
So that my home
Becomes like my favorite sweater
Crumpled, soft, a hug.
I can’t be who I truly am
No one would understand
They would start to feel
Uncomfortable with this deal
To truly know all my flaws
Peel away niceties, be raw
They couldn’t handle the grit
Of all my pessimistic shit
They enjoy me when I’m clean
Tied up neat and gleam
My mood tempered and mild
When I’m docile as a child
If they only saw my sad days
How I drink too much, forget to pray
Cry until I’m wrung out
Would they think of me differently and doubt?
The depth of my love goes unchanged
No matter my personal derange
So please accept me as I am now
That’s the only way to make this vow.
This summer
I long to be free
To shed the chains of anxiety.
To feel raindrops on my skin
And welcome the thrilling chill
Turn my face the sky and feel.
I cast away expectations
Instead embrace desire
Allow the joy in me to catch fire.
I shed shackles of codependency
Not allowing what others believe
Dictate my philosophies.
I become again the girl who laughed unabashedly
When I become more me
Those around me can be more free.
Every time I walk away from it, I always come back. Writing words keeps me tethered in this dizzyingly difficult world.
Kacie B. Sharpe 