
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
takes me
down.
Hold the heart
before it
drops
into tangled love
and jealousy,
pain
My heart heavy
with momentary
confusion.
A ripple above
reminds of
hope.
My heart floats
feels, waits
quietly.
Climbs, grabs hold,
touches longing,
remembers
this is when
you chose
you
feel the flutter,
my heart
rises
