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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