The rush of peopleThe pressureNot to slow others downLeaves me in shamblesAs I race up the jetwayInto the terminal.I stop to catch my breathAnd realize how shallowthe air sits in my lungs.A feeling I knewAll too well returnsWithin moments of movingThrough a spaceI once called home.The stress of travelLeaves me tiredUp thirteen hoursOnly to arriveJustContinue reading “Returns”
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To Find Myself
I drive down the roadInto the woodsTo find myselfAmongst the leafless treesAnd cold winter breezeI listen to old songsFlashbacks to my childhoodAlways pop in my headRoad trips to San DiegoSitting in the backseatWhile my dad blastsBob Dylan on repeatListening to a favoriteSong on my iPodIn the living roomMy grandmother sitting onThe couch with a bookIContinue reading “To Find Myself”
The Candle
The light flickers and reflectsin the soft brown wood as rain sprinkles down outside.Disappointment isanother word for regret.I look up and down, side to sidetrying to focus onthis book I’m currently reading.Spurts of focus is the bestway to describe my lack of concentration.I have it,it’s just not as long as I like it.Water slides downContinue reading “The Candle”
First Snow
Snow falls over the coast asit moves along the ocean at aglacial pace.I stay inside all day under piles ofold blankets, trying to stay warm.A new place with different snow,two months later than usualthanks to the warmer climate.I appreciated the extended timenot worrying about the snow.Many stores are closed, first stormlike this in the years,Continue reading “First Snow”
blue-colored night
the welcoming of winterbegins with a firework showwe watch from a balcony and marvel at the lightshooting across the skythe sound hits usrippling inland throughthe blue-colored nightbeing eye level withthe spectacle is an incrediblesight the glittery ones feelcloser like I could reachout my fingers and graba little magic lit from belowthe green and red linesbringContinue reading “blue-colored night”
a little poem filled with gratitude
I wasn’t a beach person. I hate sand, the feeling of it Between my toes is less than ideal. Being overheated and running out of Water while lounging was always my deal. Not choosing how long I was there Caused me to be restless. This was until I lived by a beach. Paying attention toContinue reading “a little poem filled with gratitude”
Blocking
I play games with people They didn’t ask to join But I can’t speak this word So try and guess what I say. I have hit a wall on this word On this block, feels impossible It’s stuck in my throat My brain screams for me To say this. I know it, I know theContinue reading “Blocking”
Each Step
I walk by the ocean and breathe in the salt air. I can breathe easy here. I can walk for miles on roads and sand without hesitation. My body gets stronger with each step I take. I am not dragged down by the lack of oxygen. This is how I show myself love. This isContinue reading “Each Step”
Healing Under the Sun
I sit on the step and take a moment for the sun. The warmth on my skin brings joy to my soul. I wiggle my toes and stretch my arms. I listen to the conversations being had across the way. The year has been cold and gloomy, this light brings me happiness. I am remindedContinue reading “Healing Under the Sun”
Being Intentional
Poetry calms my chaotic mind. My thoughts swirling a mile a minutes filled with worry, stories, anxiety, wishes, fears, dreams, random little things, all make sense when I write. The overwhelm settles, I pick through my thoughts to find my truth. Being intentional instead of auto- pilot rewires the words in my brain to beContinue reading “Being Intentional”
Kelly Severseike 