Poetry

3 days

three days was all it took
quick and sudden it was
a swift soft release

previously hidden, now exposed
still waters sitting
crashing to a halt

explain it away
this way of explanation
it was fine, now it’s not

unsettled, unsure,
this beautiful buoyant raft
rattles the calm

looking up the darkness shines
bright and beyond, waiting
rushing tomorrow comes at dawn

Saturday Mix. Opposing Forces

author’s notes: it’s been awhile since writing. starting again.

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