Human

 

I am sitting in my bedroomReading a book I’ve lost my mind within.I am washing the dirty dishesBobbing my head to a punk rock tune. I am laughing with a friend from workTalking over loud music with a drink in my hand.I am distracted from my chaotic mindAnd the indescribable sadness that lurks. I am galloping across a field of greenFingers tangled in a long grey mane.I am throwing hay from a sweet-smelling loftWhinnies echoing softly from beneath. I am climbing a mountain with my dog beside meSavoring the views and her constant devotion.I am basking in the sunlight in the warm lakes of MaineUnique, balanced, and undeniably free. I am coffee on a Sunday afternoonA quiet passion for life bubbles within my soul.I am the in-between moments of each passing daySpeaking for those without a voice and living the life I choose. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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thompson13linda

Human

 

I am sitting in my bedroom

Reading a book I’ve lost my mind within.

I am washing the dirty dishes

Bobbing my head to a punk rock tune.

 

I am laughing with a friend from work

Talking over loud music with a drink in my hand.

I am distracted from my chaotic mind

And the indescribable sadness that lurks.

 

I am galloping across a field of green

Fingers tangled in a long grey mane.

I am throwing hay from a sweet-smelling loft

Whinnies echoing softly from beneath.

 

I am climbing a mountain with my dog beside me

Savoring the views and her constant devotion.

I am basking in the sunlight in the warm lakes of Maine

Unique, balanced, and undeniably free.

 

I am coffee on a Sunday afternoon

A quiet passion for life bubbles within my soul.

I am the in-between moments of each passing day

Speaking for those without a voice and living the life I choose.

 

 

 

thompson13linda

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