Photo by Harold Roth |
One by one
I let them all go
Closing doors
On friends and foes
Some left me
Social media blocked
Some I shoved
Out the door I then locked
But I accepted
I set them free
I released them
So I could be me
One by one
Recovering the pieces
Unfolding
And smoothing my creases
Old Mother Hubbard
Has gone away
To clear out space
For the child to play
Teddy bear
Is now my only friend
I am whole
I no longer break, but bend
Photo by Henri Cartier-Bresson: |
One by one
I gather my thoughts
Sowing seeds
For my written crops
Gratitude
Is ever present somehow
For small things
That make up my right now
I have changed
I'm not who you used to know
That one is dead
The soil from which I now grow
Photo by Pal-Nils Nilsson |
One by one
I lay the bricks thrown at me to pave
A clear path
Where myself is the only one I need to save
I am trusting
That this path will lead to at least one
Deep connection
To reflect just how far we've come
So I hold on
To hope and a belief you exist
I hold on
To you, a dream I can't resist
Oktobre Taylor
Written: January 12, 2022
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