Whispered Wanderings

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Words don’t want to come tonight
they run faster the more I pursue them.
They’re acting like those investors on Shark Tank
when they declare “I’m out.”

A shame, it is; I’ve much to say
maybe that’s the problem
words and ideas so busy fighting each other off
that none of them make it to the page.

I feel like drinking margaritas
and staying out dancing til dawn
abandoning my usual decorum…
being someone I haven’t yet met
and
quite possibly, at last, who I am
meant to be.

Don’t worry though
I’ll be alright
I always am, somehow!
It’s just that I’m tired of hiding
so very tired of hiding and
my Self is ready to be seen.

So let’s go dancing in the summer rain
laugh on a beach while we chase the waves and
share the deepest places in our hearts.
Oh won’t you feel this love with me?

My soul simply cannot pretend
any longer.

klm
4/13/23