Rediscovered Love

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Two pretty pencils; one red, one yellow

Sitting in a jar right in my view

Reacquainted with them last Sunday

Like an old player out of practice

Found them doodling, gliding across the page

not in angry haphazard mazes

but colors of a full blown spring

Tips pointing, not towards you not towards me

but upwards like a bird preparing for flight

Creating and recreating

not boxes to contain

but wings to fly

2B, 6B, 1H, 4H, HB

hard or soft worked just fine

Fell in love with pencils again

They still draw

not lines but words.


It’s amazing to to make peace with things you thought you will never be able to look at again. One does found love again. Just keep looking for the light and once you find it, keep following it. Perspectives do change. Hang in there! 🙂 Love n Peace.

 

 

 

Through

The yellow keeps

resting on the skin

distant; out of reach

Cut through!

seep;

flow in my veins

disturb;

the nucleus of my bones

bleed;

all numb, all blue