solitude
time after time
i roll into rhyme
rockin the world
forgetting my lines
time after time
i long for a mime
to push me away
to force me to stay
to be
eyes shut all i hear are
the birds in the trees
and i weep
nature's oils pour down
wash my feet
i stand
prepared and planned
to make amends, change the land
when i'm told in the silence
i'm to care for this garden
eternally
1 Comments:
Em, every time I check in here, I am encouraged: view redirected, fresh-breath-inspired.
All these fragile thoughts matter. You are beautiful, important, eternal -- keep tending the garden of your solitude.
Sarah
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