(818)
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~
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Author:
Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (
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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Comments1
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
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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