Saturday, October 23, 2010
To Be Caught
The she within found each crevice
pushing with bloodied fingers
to reach the summit of her could be.
That air above could chill her resolve
frosting her aching limbs
to scale the pile of her daily being.
The pulse below hums through breath
moving with patched spirit
to pen the person of her ever present.
Happy Saturday everyone. I just had one of those tough discipline moments with the kids. I always feel kind of torn in two when I'm fighting to keep the peace. Sometimes I write a poem as a way to purge that negativity out of me. This is what I wrote as I sat here these 10 minutes away in a place to bring me back to me. It's a poem without a plan or maybe even a reason, but it somehow expresses where I am now and where I want to climb throughout my day.
Hope I'm making some sense :) See you all soon, my friends.