As I opened the book, I stared at the pages Suddenly panic stricken What was I supposed to write? What was I meant to share? I heard the rain tapping against the glass like woodpeckers wanting in I'm supposed to... Continue Reading →
Tucked away in my little Tropicana orange Are all the little folded pieces of paper Each with one of my secrets safely written Things I need to let go Things I trust are figureoutable Things my mind was obsessing over... Continue Reading →
When I let go of the rope I felt free I didn't realize I had been confined by my own controlling I'd been holding it frantically, panicked Everything needed to be perfectly orchestrated, just so I couldn't see that by... Continue Reading →
And when it was over, I realized I hadn't stopped to fully appreciate all that was It had a huge impact on my life and forming who I am today My patterns and interactions My survival mechanisms and successes It... Continue Reading →
When I reach into the air I feel my muscles stretch Releasing the tension that has built up From carrying the weight of the world Far too many times lately I do not want to relate to Atlas I want... Continue Reading →
Hanging onto the rope for dear life The illusion of control hangs in the balance In denial that I cannot orchestrate everything Because that's the only way I can feel safe Hanging onto the rope makes me feel Like I'm... Continue Reading →
This is part of a 3 part series from Positive Pens that was run in 3 different cities, using the same starting line. I am posting them all to show the difference a day makes. November 15, 2016, Guelph, Ontario... Continue Reading →
Gypsy Aurora Musings 