The line was crazy
Long and winding like a snake
I couldn't take the
Impendable wait
I went to get a drink
Really I just needed to think
And get away from this
Anaconda constricting
This cobra
Striking this creature
Looming and preparing for the
Kill I couldn't just stand there moving
Up the back of the snake
Helplessly ornate I
Walked away my feet go too
Quickly I run towards the water the
Fountain of youth the
Snake doesn't realize a scale has
Fallen off I am gone on the
Loose this is what I choose I
Don't go back to the
Snake I don't make that
Mistake I am not a victim
Of fate rather a force to be
Reckoned with a wave
In the ocean I don't follow the
Rules I flow freely I flight
Blissfully I won't go back
To the snake this is the choice
That I make
YOU ARE READING
the blood of my heart
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry. Some are fun and lighthearted, while others are deep and meaningful. A mixture of spoken word and short poems. I will continue to add poems weekly. My heart is in your hands.
