As The Lavender
A Poem
Poem delivered as promised.
I painted this lavender watercolor a little while ago and am loving it above my bedside table. A comfort I’ll appreciate upon my return.
As The Lavender
And what yet is our past Playing like a storybook stuck Stagnantly, clawingly Talons of a life once lived A fish hooked through it's eye Haunting Delirious I walk Only forward sometimes Each step undone by the conveyor belt Just too fast in just the wrong direction My feet only magnets Ferrous traitors A mind orphaned Dreams constrained to droplets Smudging their picket fences as they peer through the bars of their calculated lives They call it running away I call it freedom Where willows root wildly And wild weeds are welcome Because home is my only friend I just have to find her It is there my history will break itself free There the junkyard narrative sinks Her Great relief
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