poetry – Ink & Embers

Foreign

Who is this? I don’t recognize her words The way she felt is foreign and strange Who was I? I don’t recall these writings Nor the feelings exchanged Sort of like staring at an empty frame. ~A

Addicted

Intoxicating. Breathtakingly smooth Like whiskey with no burn. Not a drug in the world could grip me like you do Fully addicted, with no want to return Itching to curb the craving. ~A

You

I wished for you. On every star in the sky On every dandelion seed I let fly On every birthday candle’s light I wished… for you. ~A

Sat in darkness in a puddle of blood A brightness appeared, a simple nudge. A deep breath in, the light drew near What once held fear Now a canvas of stars A whisper on the wind to trees from afar A steady pace grew And then I met you – under a beautiful full sun.Continue reading “Nudge”