A Dismissal of the Soul
Ah, Inhale life
onto the paper I shall write
Be it dark or be it light
while the inner fire’s burning;
now the wheels shall be turning
It feels just right
It flows so freely
out of the depths of me
This ambitious attraction
to cascade and spill,
and all the lonely hours it does fill
For this reclusive writer
Chooses to live within her mind
there she shall be for hours at a time
And time passes so promptly and measured
moments have ended
For that, that is treasured
I will idolize my tranquility
And bleed out my reflections
In hopes I may be reconnected
Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2008
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