Extra Words Lay Here
A poem
Open me up, do you see the graveyard of my mind? My bones no longer gleaming, I’m close to dust now.. And if you choose, dig a little deeper - my heart is still with the extra words that lay here.. Sift through them take what you need - Love Peace Mercy Grace Joy Fearlessness Ferocity Tenderness Serendipity Vengeance Beauty Bravery More Time. And when no more remain- May my bones become branches for new words and leaves to grow on..
I am in my fits and starts era, where I can’t seem to complete a full piece. Overwhelmed and disconnected from myself and the words I want, so much feels jumbled. Much like the rest of the world, I suppose. In a time where we are supposed to be surrounded or at least surrounding ourselves with community, I am withdrawing. Self preservation I suppose. I cannot muster the energy to interact or reach out very much. For the first time in a long time I feel a bit alone and deeply sad.
I hope you’re doing okay wherever and whenever you are.
Thanks for being here and reading my thoughts and words.
Tell me how you’re faring. Tell me about your favorite words.
Sending you love. You’re not alone. This pain is real and many feel it deeply. We need you and your heart and words.
I love the poem. My feelings are similar. In need of community but find myself isolating and a bit fearful. Strange world. A sense of mistrust and mystery at once. Thank you for your poetry. ☮️