How freeing it must be—
fleeing to bright skies, like geese,
when the rain comes
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-Gina C. 🧚🏻♀️✨
About the Creator
Gina C.
Poet | Author | Architect of Worlds
Sowing stories rooted in culture, origin, metamorphosis, resilience, language & love via fantasy, myth, magical realism & botanical prose
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Heartfelt and relatable
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Thirty (one) and Neither Flirty nor Thriving.
I'm thirty-one and orbiting the same few mistakes like they're landmarks. London is already awake before I am (or before I've slept) - sirens somewhere far enough to ignore, buses sighing at stops, people moving with purpose I can't quite borrow. I lie there for a bit, tasting last night at the back of my throat, trying to remember if I meant to drink that much or if it just...happened again.
By Stacey Vella5 days ago in Psyche
Comments (2)
Yes, and I wish we could do the same as well. Beautiful Haiku!
Yes, this was both beautiful and melancholy at the same time for me. Loved it!