{In which she writes after not writing for days and days and days}

 

She runs to breathe,
and be
-lieves that things will get better
with the dawn.

She holds that fire
in her heart
and wishes upon it, knows these
days are numbers, fleeting.

She is equal parts
lake ache
and sky song, still
longing for other
places, small traces of hope,
scribbling her name in clouds,
finding herself
here.

 

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6 Responses to {In which she writes after not writing for days and days and days}

  1. qbit says:

    Breathe. Run. Write. Put one word and one foot and one breath in front of the other. No other choice.

  2. erbiage says:

    ah, there you are! you almost make me want to go run! but i sit down on the couch again untill that feeling goes away lol!

  3. I have missed your words, like balm.

  4. Jay Bleu says:

    Another nice one B-) Glad to see another post

  5. ihatepoetry says:

    Wonderful. I love the economy of language herein. Inspired.

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