Poetry

Breeze

Posted by TheMelancholySpitfire on

Wood burning as I feel the breeze
serenity washes over me
I have no plans
nowhere to be
just me and the massive
raging sea

I think of where I used to be
how far I’ve come
on my journey
the future is a mystery
here one day
the next, just history

can’t think of what
I aim to be
this is the real
unfiltered me
my voice alive
with poetry
sad
angry
hopeful
shades of me.

Emily C. Poésie © 2019

5 Comments Add yours

  1. BeckiesMentalMess.wordpress.com says:
    April 6, 2019 at 5:20 pm

    Excellent writing! An emotion outpour of who you truly are. Fantastic! 💗

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    1. TheMelancholySpitfire says:
      April 6, 2019 at 5:27 pm

      Thank you very much 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

      Reply
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  3. Chelsea Owens says:
    April 6, 2019 at 11:05 pm

    Good flow, and I like how the rhymes work without sounding too overdone.

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    1. TheMelancholySpitfire says:
      April 7, 2019 at 7:52 am

      Thank you 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

      Reply

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