the second half of life
would feel so strange
a hormone raging
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nights of writing as sleep evades
days of contemplation as
my soul breathes into my ear
how could I know
what used to matter
wouldn't matter anymore
and what matters is so
days of creating
splashes of color
swirls and spirals
weaving into the crevices
feeling my way into
staying open to
what may come
knowing that more of my life
is behind me
I'm good with that.
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Morgan Dragonwillow, author of Wild Woman Waking & Dancing within Shadow, is a Bodywork transformer, dancing poet, motivator of words, magical instigator and creatrix of #OctPoWriMo & #PoetsonthePage. If you are interested in collaborating with your soul to get your words on the page, check out my website, Wild Woman Mysteries.
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Yes, we are in the same wavelength for this one. As days go by we get to be more accepting of where and who we are.ReplyDelete
Yes indeed, thanks Annie!Delete
I love it. Strength through chaos and finding who you are.ReplyDelete
your poem of transition resonates with me. your coverage of inner and outer and philosophical and physical beautifully and gently illustrates the changesReplyDelete
I can so relate to this. At 46 I know more of my life is behind me and I look back on the years and wonder where they went. Your poem inspires me to keep looking within for the answers as to what to do for the second act of my existence.ReplyDelete
Morgan, your poem speaks for all of us who are fighting against time. Those midnight showers and the aches do dampen the spirit sometimes.But, there is that bit of sunshine called courage which goads us to survive every ounce of pain.Thank you for this lovely poem. :)ReplyDelete
You convey the progression and perception of the experience perfectly. Thank you for this poem!ReplyDelete
Everything changes, but we are so much more aware.ReplyDelete