because today is a place
not a time, and
laughing is how we live
there are coils of arms
waiting for us to climb
inside
but too often we
live in skin, muscle, fat
a place of pulling
pain and pushing
we're not landing
on our feet
because we rely only on them
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but some of us, too often
live in skin, muscle, fat
a place of pulling
pain and pushing
and we're not landing
on our feet
Holly, this poem is a nice write.
This world we live in is a hard
world to live in and some days it is hard to get on our feet we live too much inside our soul never letting the sun out..
Misty
I love the image of the coiled arms, Holly.
Like Jo, I'm fascinated with the idea of coiled arms. Inviting yet a bit frightening that coiling. Perhaps that's why we climb back into our skin.
I really like the third line, seems like a good philosophy to me!
i like your music selection here!
because today is a place/not a time.. i like that. :)
i will join floerta on that one. today is a place no time. so much in this few words.
well written.
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