I can’t wait to see him again, feel the serenity of his atmosphere, look into his eyes where I’ll search for answers that only the soul can provide. I feel no urgency to make him love me, I’m riding these waves with present mind, a skill I have never been good at before, foreign to me, but wonderful and new. Calm, when I normally feel I’m on fire, the earth grounds me, helps me see the soil I must cultivate over time and with diligence. Steadfast, consistent.
Emily C. Poesie © 2019
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