NaPoWriMo Poems 11-20

Poem 11

Home is where I feel

warm and safe and at peace with

who and what I am

 

Poem 12

love is wandering

but not lost

coming home

to a new place

with the same smells

quiet

like morning

just before the sun

rises

loud like the thumping

of your heart

inside your ears

when you're standing on the edge

of something great

calm

like the sea

after a storm

but wild

as the roots of a tree

hundreds of years old

love is a living thing

 

Poem 13

Those seconds when I

first wake up

and

don't remember

you're not here

I roll onto my side

smile in my sleep

and reach

into the space

where

you should be

I am fully awake now

and I tell my journal

that lonely

is a noun

the absence of a person

a place I go to reluctantly

this thing that keeps me

company

when you're not here.

 

Poem 14

I write because there

are words in my head

that bed to be strung together

and

I think

only I can make

sense

of them

they beg to be epic dramas

and short fantasies

stories that have no beginning

stories I wish wouldn't end

these stories

these words

they crowd my insides

until I release them

unable to take a breathe

until they're told

 

Poem 15

My poems are time capsules

memories

captured in verses

thoughts

from a time

I can no longer touch

A one way window

letting me see

the she

I used to be

when  I need help

remembering.

 

Poem 16

I stand on the edge

and stare down

below me

My toes tease the open air

I search for fear

in the pit of my belly

but am met instead

with butterflies.

I bounce on the balls of my feet

close my eyes

and take a breathe.

There is nothing to do now

but leap

and trust me wings to carry me.

 

Poem 17

I am

suffocating

suff

o

cating

suffoca

ting

there is

no air

anywhere

no

potential

for a breath

I am

fading

running out of

options

 

Poem 18

I delivered my

children. and they delivered

me. shared gift of love.

 

Poem 19

Change is inevitable

but when

will the lives we've lost and

the lives we stand to lose

mean enough

for a change

to be made

when will that distant tomorrow

finally become

today

 

Poem 20

my heart beats a bit

quicker these days it feels just

like falling in love.

 

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