October 21st, 2021
The ability to rise each day, drives me each night-to go to sleep that much faster, to dream of nonsense that much faster. Just so that I might start with the sun on time. Just so that I may, too, rise with pride. For too long, I let shackles hang. I let them weigh heavier than they really were. I let them drag a mess every where I went. And I truly, just honestly, let them. To sleep quickly, and then to rise even quicker, won't I be a brighter girl in no time? Won't it shine a light into the dark hall of my heart? Won't it grab fistfuls of my sleep shirt and shake adrenaline into my chest until I am begging to be let go so I can start a new day? Won't it? I don't just want to rise and fall like normal. I want the sun as my kin, to rise when she does, and fall as she does. The moon, I will not know her.
R.K.
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Holeheart
PoesíaI am the forgiver. I am the destroyer. I'm not at fault, but I deserve to be. Poetry and Prose Volume V 2021 DISCONTINUED
