I am Once Again
Dusting off the cobwebbed corner of my eyes.
Dusting off the cobwebbed corner of my eyes.
Sleepy, tired.
Sometimes I work hardest at night.
Shedding the dry crust clouding my clarity,
or was it my heart?
Too long in one spot makes my bones ache.
Brittle but Tender.
Stretching the space,
In between,
my cracking joints and my preconceptions.
Feels good to yaaaawn!
Taking in, baking in,
the sunlight beams of my sentiment.
Powdered gold lacquered cracks,
Between the boundaries I never knew I had,
or needed.
But at ease, Beholden.
Wide open, awake, and warming up.
Feeling good in this skin, this skeleton.
Reinforced by the new found feeling of who I am, who I was, and who I can still, possibly, be.
Forever changing.
Hopeful, fresh,
and wide-eyed at the world before me.
I am
Once Again.