Now you’ve done it you opened me upto all of the feelings I stuffed in the back of my mind and hid behind a locked doorI couldn’t find the key but you picked the lock and now here I am dealing with the feelings I would have chosen to remain oblivious to out of sightContinue reading “Now You’ve Done It”
Tag Archives: Poetry
In The Stacks
Endless possibilities await in a bookstore.A safe haven for creatives and wanderers,just trying to find their place,drifting off into books whereperspective is gainedand memories are burnedinto our minds as thoughwe have lived many lives.In the stacks there’s a freedomto understand someone’s realitywhile being detached from our own.It is here, there is magic.
In Case You Forget
You pick up the pieces and try again, for it’s all you can do to stay sane. You block out the noise. Rejoice in your differences, you’re the only one who will see them when everyone is too busy trying not to live on their own heads.
Swimming
Relax your muscles beneath the surfaceof the water, trust it will hold youare weightless in this bodyunder the reflection distortsyour concept of time, the sunlightremains in your retinas longafter you go insideease back into the mirroringperception knowing you cantrust yourself despitethe messages from your self-doubt the heat slips off your skinwhen you release the stressContinue reading “Swimming”
Art
Taking into account of what mattersletting go of expectationsaccepting what isshedding the dreams ofwhat wasn’t meant to beputting feelings into artappreciating the smallordinary momentsthe taste of a lavendermatcha calms my morningas conversation flowssmoothly
Gathering
The days of gathering in these cold monthsreminders of autumn dayswhere celebrations occurred in simpler ways.I stop for once catch my breathtake stock of whatI had and havereminders of what will remain unsaid.
Summer Days
In the field of flowersa distant memory of summera photo from my mothera gift from the futurefrom the southern hemisphere the pure joy of flowerstheir colors light upunder the cloudy daythe warmth of weatherallows them to staya delight I admirea pure warmth ofmy soul as snowfalls out my windowin the present.
Before Coffee
The rhythm of the morningbegins with the lightcoming in through closed blindsI catch inspirationthrough the magicof believing anything is possible…Before reality or the state of where I findmyself mentally comes inwith all the reasonswhy not to write.The weightlessness that comesfrom a glass of winehas long faded withanother version of meI will reckon with later.For now,Continue reading “Before Coffee”
Winter Light
The shift betweenmorning and nightthe beauty of winter lightthe touchstones of a mental shift the more I follow patterns the more I can sense the sudden changeawareness of reactionthe entering of depressionI greet with a loving gazeknowing it’s here to visitfor it will not staythe more I observe itthe shorter it will remainthe only hopeContinue reading “Winter Light”
January Snow
Snow used to causeso much anxiety in my body.I could never appreciate the beauty of January snow,all I focused on the harmit could bring to me.Now I pause to admirethe quiet of a morningwith the snow falling.The years have taught meto trust myself traveling.Roads will be clearedin time to venture out.Drive slow on snowy roadsIContinue reading “January Snow”
Kelly Severseike 