The Poetry Marathon

Here    am.

Blind in   .

Trying something.

stress?

Nerves,    , hope?

React   Reach   ….

Can     help in place of thought.

Tantrums

Crying

No voice but pouts

Not just the adults

Warm weather outside

Cold weather inside

Icey hearts

Warmed hands

Not a bad day.

Dress up

Dress down

Come out

Stay in

Store

Empty

Makeshift

Built-in

Spirit left

ghost trapped in stone

mirrors lifted

windows open

All that is left is a memory

Broken glasses yet to be fixed

A new book left unread

Every day is fleeting

Heart Breaking

Chest tightening

Butterflies fluttering

Shallow breath

Hyperventilating

Sweaty palms

Constant thoughts

I can’t stop any of this

tightened breath

Released lunges

Just ease

Breathlessly

Holding Strong.

Breezed

Holding tight

Let go

Now it is over.

Leaving morning dew.

Sun-kissed of earthen smells.

Fresh warmth.

Bare feet and relaxed.

Falling

Colorful

Fleeting

Warmth

Speeding

Hiding

Laughter

Oh fun

Game over finally