Where To Begin.

A sunday morning sun

is what wakes me

from this solemn run

dreams that took energy

 

and i woke with a sudden notion

a notion so obscure and vulgar

and see i cant tell you what i had dreamed

this dream was so clear till i awoke

 

and im sitting in my sheets

with my back against the pillow

one tear slides down my cheek

just one; i look out the window

 

the day was clear and green

and hear i was sitting as if it didn’t mean anything

shoving the sheets off my legs

i walk towards the window pane this something

 

that i was feeling throughout every vein

was pulsing with the roughest intensity

and i couldn’t stop the shaking

shedding this pain i felt this fine ecstasy

 

love in the air and in my blood

and the room was so captivating

the walls welcoming me with 

arms wide open

 

i had woken to not another day

but to a new day a new experience

this new feeling

this new sign of opportunity 

 

my heart pounded like church bells

my cheeks began to blush

i threw myself across the room

my arms and legs moved

 

i was flying elevating 

across the floor spinning and leaping

i was dancing

I had no care for who could see 

i had no care for how i use to be

the old memories

optimistically i slid them off me

 

transforming, morphing into

a human i could then be honestly proud

and this wasn’t a last minute thing

it seemed this day had been planned from the beginning

 

For some strange reason i knew

somewhere i just knew

That this was the day 

Id let everything go.

 

 

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