white feathery wings
Circle around above me
as I lift the last vestiges of
this recent tiredness storm
Invigorated by some
extra clearing required and
the work done around it
starting to sparkle now.
released a lot of
past life dross, broken dreams
and abrupt endings
met in stampede to realize
now that being “seen”
is okay, and even better living
free, unlocking another level
not being crumpled by hoards
overcoming my nothingness
Moving now with restoration
Slow and steady with
Gathering strength, my pancaked form
upright and three-dimensional
waiting on that next rotational
Spiral up the Mountain View
To see above it
And find ever-more that something new.

I cannot believe I made it this far! I thought I would sputter out at 3 poems in and then be spotty the whole way through. The heavy lifting really started to come for me at the last 5 day mark. I think the prospects of actually accomplishing my goal without a whole lot of struggle was blowing my mind too much, so that part of me that needed to raise its own new bar, came in and faced some fears and moved through them. Life is like that. It’s really about unlocking new levels. Tomorrow is my last day for daily poems. I have mixed feelings about that, but I’m running with it, accepting the mixed feelings and being kind to myself.













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