Clouds

Today I laid on my back under a tree, looking up at the sky, its wisps of clouds dancing in the beautiful blue heavens. I breathed in the crisp, cool air and closed my eyes as thoughts flooded my mind. Unexpected tears gently escaped as I thought of lost love, loneliness, my father’s upcoming death…

Not likely

For the first time in months,I allow myself to feel the creeping hopelessness of my current state Anger and grief for myself while not being able to fully move Quicksand steps in life and dreams, unable to do what must be done to climb out of the well I’ve put myself in I’ve allowed myself…

Fade

She pretends she knows how to be in love again, knowing what the last time was like, an emptiness, thinking of what could’ve been, years wasted with hopes of renewed love, attempts, endless, new prospects, dimming with the fading sun. Emily C. Poésie © 2018 Photo Credit