receipt scribble

things found in my bag on busted up crinkled pieces of scratch paper and receipts

Monday, March 5, 2012

poemday.

hand out the window
out into the frigid air.
the cold tingling numbness.
the bite.
this is how i know i'm alive.

teeth clenched.
my jaw sore with the pressure.
fists punching. eyes angry.
the fight.
this is how i know i'm alive.

saying no.
saying yes.
she'll give in.
she's alive.

flower bursting blooming swearing daring to explode in her head.
a dance. a dream. a body ignited.
an ache. a wonder. give me something.

she is quiet.
she's found her peace.
a moment here... sitting.

breathing.

feeling.

crying.

here i am.
alive.

2 comments:

  1. this is beautiful.
    so feeling.
    so freeing.

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  2. thanks for sharing this- it's beautiful.

    I love when I get to a point in my life (and it seems to cycle) where living means happiness and smiles.

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