Flinching
Poetry, for me, is a way to make sense of life's emotional flow. This piece, "Flinching," is a reflection of that—it's a journey from struggle and vulnerability to discovering a sense of profound beauty and love. I hope it resonates with anyone who has ever searched for light in the dark.
Flinching
🌱 Seeded by CJB today
Flinching
Bleeding
Holding on
Clasping at other people's clicks
Sliding down the echoes of my guitar
Until it finds me
Hits my chest
HARD
Again
And again
My breath has splinters in
My thoughts the same
Cutting
Slicing
Slipping away
As I flow downwards
I see light shooting upwards
And I follow it
I grasp it
I cling to it as though
My life, you know...
It leads me to see
What has always been
In history
In today
Now I see it too
Love
BIG
beautiful
LOVE
and it's in
EVERYTHING
I smile myself awake
The dream now vivid
It's time to rise again.
Poetry and Digital Collages, for me, are a way to make sense of life's emotional flow. This piece, "Flinching," is a reflection of that—it's a journey from struggle and vulnerability to discovering a sense of profound beauty and love. I hope it resonates with anyone who has ever searched for light in the dark.
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Thank you for growing here today 🌱
