I Feel So Free
Late in the night
I am writing poetry
no one tries to
hustle me to bed
There is no pressure
the night alive and I
don’t have to go to
Bed, where we snuggle
down into strange dreams
wake tired as when we
went to bed, while the ice
drops and makes me think
He’s still after me
Frightening poem Willow, after a hopeful beginning. I want you to be free to write and dream with no one after you.
ReplyDeleteReally sounds nightmarish, Diane.... Keep writing your words.
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