i often find myself
\nsix steps behind.<\/p>\n
i’ve counted.<\/p>\n
i often find myself
\nbeing lifted
\n& carried away to my happy ending
\nby my own self.<\/p>\n
in my left hand i would keep hold
\n1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6.
\nwhite rose petals.<\/p>\n
& as i am lifted higher
\ni let a petal fall.<\/p>\n
her aroma still among me
\ni’d let another drop from my fingertips.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
each time i drift farther and farther away
\nfrom all sanity
\nher aroma strengthens
\nuntil i am left without a petal to release from my grip.<\/p>\n
over time
\nafter i’ve passed over the night stars
\n& the moon
\nmy once white petals
\nare caught beneath waves
\nbeneath anchors & rocks<\/p>\n
and i still find myself six steps behind my own conscience.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
i often find myself six steps behind. i’ve counted. i often find myself being lifted & carried away to my happy ending by my own self. in my left hand i would keep hold 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. … Continue reading