altering direction
These decisions alter direction
Propelling me forward
Into the arms of my fear
Into the arms of self-protection
I long to be held
Even as I offer my own embrace
Arms strong and kind
I turn away
Fear motivates all
As does protection
Mitigating and numbing
Knowing anger hurts
Yet now I survive
Thrive on this truth
Nurturing this smoulder until ignition
With faith I will remain unsinged
Propelling me forward
Into the arms of my fear
Into the arms of self-protection
I long to be held
Even as I offer my own embrace
Arms strong and kind
I turn away
Fear motivates all
As does protection
Mitigating and numbing
Knowing anger hurts
Yet now I survive
Thrive on this truth
Nurturing this smoulder until ignition
With faith I will remain unsinged
Jess, your writing is amazing. You have such a talent for words.
Posted by
Julie |
5:25 PM
Your writing inspires me to spontaneously write a poem that neatly encapsulates my many weird feeling this fine morning.
I bought a dog
The dog has flees
I hate him like I hate life
I know a girl
The girl has cooties
She made me itch
What the fuck is going on here?
Who the hell am I supposed to be?
Christ, I need directions
This can't go on
Posted by
Koala Mentala |
4:38 AM
MORE POETRY! MORE AND HARDER POETRY! NOW! Or soon.
Posted by
Koala Mentala |
12:31 PM
Yes.
Posted by
Koala Mentala |
11:23 AM