Grown or small
Adult or child
Lonely or happy
Sober or not
I have occupied this space for so long
I have settled on the sharp edges of its ledge
I am imagine myself high up
Reaching for the clouds and moon, maybe even a star
Which I could hold under my chin like a buttercup
See if he loves me or not (if I have remembered the wish well that is)
I take a deep breath, perhaps being in-between
Opens up windows and closes doors
Now my door is always locked
No one would find me I think
But cast the thought away in colouring pencils and other pretties
Perhaps I can do this - take a deep breath
And decide on the brightest way ahead
No more liminal space or doubt
I can move forward and look back
Or move backwards and lose my footing
I sigh, so many decisions but no movement inside
I need honey and berries to fill up my soul
To find my feet and settle my worries - to find the best path to shine again -
If indeed I ever shone before.
Beautifully written I love this line "I have settled on the sharp edges of its ledge" and "I need honey and berries to fill up my soul"
ReplyDeleteI have occupied this space for so long
ReplyDeleteI have settled on the sharp edges of its ledge
I like this little couplet. 👏
Your poetry shines! Which must mean your soul does too. And it must fee beautiful when filled up with honey and berries! I can't imagine anything more comforting.
ReplyDeleteTo find the best path to shine again - the inbetween is indeed a journey, a quest, a trial for something new or something which we have aspired for very long or something we had and lost.
ReplyDeleteYou are constantly shining an inspiration to us all. Enjoy your Christmas and surround yourself with pretty sweet things.
ReplyDeleteYou shine brightly for me, Jae ... I arrive with a gift ... honey and berries.
ReplyDeleteA fine poem of balancing on the cusp everything and nothing, Jae! All the best for the Festive Season!
ReplyDeleteI always heard that the buttercup showed how much you liked butter and the daisy told whether someone loved you or not. Charming poem.
ReplyDelete"I need honey and berries to fill up my soul." You shine–always!
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year, Jae!
An antonymous figure life, you have drawn here. A goo d read.
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