Thursday, April 11, 2013

NaPoWriMo #4

This Day

Feeling unwound,
Unraveled, out of sorts.

Unsynced, frayed, just feeling my way
Through a dark room.
Hand on the wall, inching my way around it,
Hesitant, stumbling, inching slowly.

Turn upon turn, twisting.
What to make of a day?
How to figure out which way
To pivot?

In my escape, I am on the island, waves lapping
across my feet,
skies spreading out to meet the ocean,
Plenty of light.

No worries. No need.

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