Getting Away

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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