I walk to remind
my self and my body that
I can, I still can.

cc by Ateh 42
I walk to remind
my self and my body that
I can, I still can.
cc by Ateh 42
I learned I could fly –
Now these wings beat against glass,
I travel inside
Sometimes a whole day
slips away into twilight –
look up and it’s May.
Behind sky grey glass,
Lone bodies on rain-slicked streets.
A deep breath –– held.
A new year begins,
Cocooned, cosy, comfortable –
suspended rebirth
I fear for these young
breakable bodies, though their
hopes have yet held fast
Image by Flavio Botana from Pixabay
Wrap your arms around
smoke and mirrors – learn to love
this curated self
cc by hortonjac via Flickr
I grew in my mind
a poem potent and pure –
which I then forgot
cc by DaveBleasdale via Flickr
I resolved to be
stronger, but then promptly went
all weak at the knees
cc via Wikimedia Commons
At the stroke of midnight, where will you be –
Asleep in your bed, afloat on the sea?
At the stroke of midnight, will you think of me –
Adrift in my bed, heart a roiling sea?
At the stroke of midnight, then shall we be
as oceans merging, hearts unmoored and free?