Poetry, short prose, & general musings.
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.
I take a deep breath in and lower myself onto the blanket of grass behind me. I feel the light prickle of the blades on the back of my arms and legs. The sky has a purple hue under the blackness and is freckled with dazzling stars. The full moon casts a lazy, dim glow onto lightly swaying goldenrod around my head. The low bellow of a cow rumbles in the distance, adding to the melody of cicadas moving their legs like tiny field violinists. I try to still the thudding of my anxious heart in my ears, thrumming like an ancient, tribal drum. I force myself to focus on the trickle of the creek beneath me, it’s pattering akin to a nursery rhyme- sweet, soft, soothing. My senses calm for a moment and I close my eyes.
Every time I walk away from it, I always come back. Writing words keeps me tethered in this dizzyingly difficult world.
Kacie B. Sharpe 