Getting Away
I’m sitting scrunched
up in the corner of my couch.
A mix of folk-punk plays
from my computer, because
I need something slower today.
A pillow balancing on my knees
holds my open notebook.
I am furiously pushing
the top of my clicky pen
in and out repeatedly.
Click Click Click
Click...
I’ve been thinking about friends,
lovers, and enemies today.
How they stack up, intertwine,
trade places, and combine into one
as they play their ways
through my life; shaping ideas,
emotions, thoughts, and words.
I’ve smiled, danced, sang, played,
written, cried, and raged
so many times because
of the people in my life.
I’m hiding from the world
to clear my head.
I stop clicking my pen,
place ink on my notebook
and attempt to write
my story in my words.
I turn off the music written
from the lives of others
and pick up my guitar.
I play out the chords
that I want to hear,
and set the tempo
that I want to feel.
I get lost in my own doings
and when I open my eyes
I feel at peace with myself
and the world around me.
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