7 Year Itch

Introverted Sage

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Unfurl haunting the stitch.
Reality beginning to glitch.
As I make myself One with the Time.

Fastening the straps
to keep my heart intact.
As sense flows through body, soul and mind.

Movement gets better.
Attuned to the letter.
As I loosen the ties that once bind.

Sense the aroma.
Float into Pleroma
As the Roses only bloom in their Prime.

~Orris~

  • Author: Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 11th, 2023 00:53
  • Comment from author about the poem: More on this poem here: https://open.substack.com/pub/introvertedsage/p/7-year-itch?r=29gi64&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments +

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  • L. B. Mek

    Time a theme for you lately
    we need to find a way to release
    our regrets
    or they will just fester and hamper
    our steps..
    wonderful flow to this one dear Poet
    thank you

    • Introverted Sage

      It really is 😩
      My life is lived on a stopwatch it seems.
      Release-release-release and forgiveness of self.
      They do indeed hamper our steps or in my case.. turn into brick walls or quicksand lol
      Thank you!!



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