It’s been many days since I’ve wanted to work on my manuscripts. Or do much.
One of the side effects of this lull is using the bits and pieces that tumble out of the heart.
Examine them for meaning. Are they true, fears, or lies?
Sometimes the words are like puzzle pieces to keep in your journal for another time.
Sometimes they are emotions, ready to be strung together into a garland of words that resonates with someone.
This time, the feelings are a poem. I’m trying to capture the sunrise.
My Heart Rises
My heart sinks
Hold the heart
into tangled love
My heart heavy
A ripple above
My heart floats
Climbs, grabs hold,
this is when
feel the flutter,