I am a rosey blush with teal sparks,
a curvy goddess
that swirls and bops to
a jazzy ballad in a smoky room.
I am the number 18, full of beginnings,
a roll-top desk with hidden compartments
living in a sunset
in a sultry, mountainous forest.
I am a deciduous tree
shedding fear each year with
passionate acceptance hidden
behind my eyes.
A curious conundrum,
I let go of nothing
and everything.
I've forgotten how to forgive myself,
and then I remember
that my soul is old
and knows all the answers
to my questions.
3 comments:
I love all of it, but I really like the last stanza ;D
And that's really interesting artwork in the background. very cool
Thanks, Joylin.
Hey, were you serious about quitting your blog?
Valerie
Yeah, I was. But as a dear friend so kindly pointed out, "I knew you (me) couldn't shut up." ;)
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