Vines

John McChord

 

Deeper than a memory

Hidden by vines

I see in myself those moments, jealous

And unpacked they decay while I choose to move

Though not modest, decidedly needed by those I love

Continuing, I now, have decided

After so long

To be prepared to breathe

Once more

  • Author: J M (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 23rd, 2021 21:32
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  • Goldfinch60

    ... and keep breathing.

    Andy

  • L. B. Mek

    reads like a mantra to that self-fulfilling destiny you've mapped out purposely,
    a breathe, a step and slowly but surely, that horizon will start matching the brightness of your upcoming Spring..
    onwards!
    thanks for sharing dear poet



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