I like to watch the sky to make the world seem smaller,
to shrink myself to a pinprick and cease, to stop existing for
a few moments at a time. I like to feel the familiar ache
that is coming back to being, a lump in my throat,
a rush of adrenaline, the quick beating of a heart that, moments ago,
was not.
I like that gone to nothing sense, and then the quick return,
a rustle in the azalea bush, perhaps, or a gust of wind – the
here now present action that pulls me back from ghostly realms.
I like that sudden tug, the sharp twinge that is reality, the
anxious calling from myself –
I am here, I exist, I am alive.
A contest entry
- “We Are What We Repeatedly Do” by SheWasPreternatural.
1500 points, ended October 22, 34 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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"Feel free" emotional ride, your poems are an escape from life.
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I like the way you write and will always read your poems because you make me feel like I can escape from home lol.. okay now you see why I don't rhyme
lol
Again another one of yours which I really enjoyed.
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Thank you! I'm going to read some more of your poems as soon as I have time -- it's crazy right now.
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