Hands curled around a cup
filled with anxious possibilities,
warmed to action
yet savoring the moment.
Sun caresses determined face,
encouraging tiny progress
up the steep stairs
of imposing doubt.
Fluffy blanket cuddles
tired soul.
Rest for tomorrow;
the mountain awaits.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoesiaPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
