a lot of it; most of it really, seems so wrong
I haven’t been writing
not everyday like I used to
when my feet hit the pavement
and we wondered at the flowers
instead my neck tweaks from the sat hours
and I have less time for me
and for you
but I’m making money now
so there’s that
~
the pinks and blues and lavenders
march across the skies
they disappear so quickly
I wonder if I’m high
I sit in silence - in stillness
and my body catches up from the day
daddy plays your night music
and my flight response decreases
how it is you always know
just what my heart needs to flow?
~
I am tired and grey haired
but I’m loved and somewhat repaired
a lot of it; most of it really, seems so wrong
but I was not designed to lose hope
just like I was not designed to want till I break
and while the soft music plays
the cars dance on the wet roads
can it be said
that we’re all hoping it slows
~
I haven’t been writing
not everyday like I used to
but my pen shakes in anticipation
and skates across my little notebook
my breathing eases
my legs warm from the inside
it’s never gone
just waiting for the tide to change
all my love xo



This is hauntingly beautiful. I too have had to lessen my writing frequency due to my new job. I am sorry you are going through that. I truly hope you find peace in your work and your schedule. Sending you all my love.
This is too beautiful Hannah, and so resonant, it spoke to my heart!!