#sittinginstars

[sittinginstars]

Words Like Tar

How long before the words

stop pouring black,

thick like tar

to cover every surface of my life.

Until my writing has a softer hue,

one of approaching spring.

New life emerging after the winter chill,

replacing that which once looked dead.

Green growth and freshness all around.

But that is not to be, not yet,

for we are headed into autumn.

Mid-winter in my mind.

[sittinginstars]

Anxiety brain is whirling, do I post too often? I feel like I’m spamming all the time but there’s just a lot of words to get out.

Yes slow down

No keep posting

Voting ended onJan 24