i have been falling and falling all the time
the ground finally picked me in its arms
my color has changed greatly in the fall
i now transition into more shades of brown
when there is greater wind i learn to fly
now who can tell what am i
Tag: change
MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Healing’
new day
new ness
new breath
old beliefs
shifted
changed form
healing
antidote
rewired
dna
MORNING POETRY – ‘Triggered’
Like a shot sensation of anger
Spike of adrenaline on the rise
Blood preasure flaming hot
Impaled on a rod
Bursting with reactions
Heart beat at its peak
Rolling through the head
Stories of retaliation
Coupled with fear of loss
The spectacle of oneself
Suppressed traumas
Popping up like a fungi
Plant new seeds
Learn to grow
Harvest delish feelings
Tell new stories
Inside the head
Permanently change
Pool of fresh neurons
MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Sudden Shift’
It may be healing
For whatever feeling
To go to the forest
Breathe air at its best
Cookies and tea
Fell inside me
Turn a new leaf
No more beef
Walk or ride
Move with pride
No smelly fumes
Silence no booms
Crack of a dawn
My daily yawn
Instead of papers
Fresh flower vapors
Coffee forgotten brew
Kombucha with a dew
Clap my hands to chant
My diet now fully plant
Om and hum feel the beat
Lift your bum bare both feet
Rite of passage in middle age
Breaking the bond fleeing the cage
Touch of breeze on my face
Being gifted divine grace
Sudden shift from foggy mind
Walking gently and being kind
Now stop and breathe
