This is me trying to find my poetry again. I like how it came out.
Take a look. I hope it finds you well.
I'm reaching out to old wounds
And new found warmness on my chest.
I'm watching my eyes light up,
As my mouth curve in a sweet smile,
Ready to chant
To this new tenderness.
My voice has grown light,
My thoughts are scattered,
Like yellow leaves falling off the trees.
I can see the flicker of light behind my eyes,
Like an errant firefly,
Waiting for me to reach it.
I'm floating,
Completely weightless above the wounds.
My nerves tingle as they heal.
Sometimes I panick and fight,
'Cos it's all I've known.
My soul is learning a new kind of jump.
Dressed with new feelings
I mould every spot gently,
Drawing them close with my palms.
They've all grown soft,
So comforting it's almost unreal.
I loved the wounds but I love this more.
