#comfortwriting

[tinymcfae]

Imagine:

It's a cold morning. You wake up on your own, no alarm. You check the time..its 8 am. You don't have anything to do today but relax. You snuggle back under the warm covers. Your significant other rolls over and grabs you in their arms in a sleepy haze. You smile to yourself as you hear them taking slow steady breaths. Everything feels right in the world.

[onefineray]

writing poems about raindrops trumps studying...

teach me how to sing

she asked.

teach me how to dance like the rain

she pleaded.

to throw myself willingly into the arms 

of the broken earth;

to have no control

but to trust that gravity

and the wind on each side

would guide me to the land 

that would drink of my beauty.

though broken cisterns

emptied me,

I was given a chance once more.

I lifted into the sky to descend to the sea

and be tossed to and fro.

the sea grew heavy 

and I lifted once more

and found a forest to call home.

when the forest grew old

and its stories were told,

the tree branch I nourished 

was sent to a home.

the little girl laughed as her papa

place a tiny carved ring onto her finger.

she danced because she was loved.

and the little tree ring

was able to sing.