© 2018  Kelsey Cronin

    #4

    October 9, 2018

    I lost my balance but it wasn’t mine to keep

    Now I feel the stirring of a deep, sacred dream

     

    The sunlight streaming in above the kitchen sink illuminates this blueprint of my soul, spilled in pen and ink.

     

    It’s hard to articulate the smell of rain and the deep dark ache

    But I’ll keep on trying anyway,

    I'll keep on waiting for the light of day

     

     

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