Poetry, prompts, Writing

High

Posted by TheMelancholySpitfire on

It was in the loss of control
she found her high,
rules given to others who cared,
not her,
when her soul lays bare,
she attempts its containment,
knowing a call will beckon again,
to release,
feel,
give in.

Emily ©

prompt: “Control”

2 Comments Add yours

  1. lou rasmus says:
    January 1, 2018 at 8:27 am

    this is great

    Liked by 1 person

    Reply
    1. spokenwords1979 says:
      January 1, 2018 at 8:28 am

      Thank you Lou!

      Liked by 1 person

      Reply

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