The day before me separate from the darkness The rain came and washed away the hurt Memories still remain Lessons learned the hard way New habits forming Leaving old painful ones behind No longer on repeat My anxiety twitches Wanting... 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 →
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 →
Gypsy Aurora Musings 