It is 6 am for me, and we’re getting started with coffee and all the support I’m crying tears of joy before sunrise even happens. So that’s great. Anyway, for poem one I’ve decided to go with the fitting prompt: Wake up Darling.
It is morning
a new day –
the day after.
Though the sun still rises
and I am decked in sunflowers
feeling the bees buzzing beneath
my skin again and again. Ready to
grow again. And you have told me
that I cannot control my body,
my relationships or soul.
And the sunflowers are in full bloom –
only those who know me as well as it gets
know this is indeed a code. A secret language.
That I am not myself today and probably
will not be tomorrow or the next day either.
But that is okay because I know
change is coming. And so are many
-M. Rene’ /