diligence is its own reward
above or below self praise
death drew
calm cooperation
I lay flat
in amusement
thinking:
who will find me first
this is kind of alright
I am okay
I am not alone
fingers unlaced my clothes
hands smoothed my forehead
there was no temptation to panic
I just knew
there was a funny feeling
making me giggle because
I actually had silly wings
small little cherub faces
attached them
scented in jasmine
linens of grace
and I flew
Author notes
"Whosoever is delighted in solitude, is either a wild beast or a god."
- Sir Francis Bacon,
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- Deeper form of Solitude by Dysphoria.
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Comments
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Excellent
Wow, what a great reflective piece. Some secret confessions that are so poetic. Best of luck in the contest
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