Passion
You may feel it in obvious ways
How he leans in with his enveloping strength
Or, in the thunder of your chest, riding imaginary horses with your best friend
Forgetful of arithmetic and teachers who felt you’d end your days in borstel, because you did like running rings around them didn’t you?
Regretting those petty rebellions later
Then in the crisp light and imagined stampede
You thrashed to the furthest point in your mind, bathed in fantasy
A place hard to reach, even splayed on cold Mexican tile, pretending your hand was his
Even, swimming underwater, until your lungs burned to surface
It was as if, once you grow up, the way back becomes harder
Like a secret language, only known to children, daunting you with tattered reminder
The tree house of your neighbor, as you take the prescribed walk, your cardiologist insisted upon
The first rain lillies urging through Texan soil against all odds, their impossible fragility, an exquisite reprieve from cracked earth
Have you gone so far child? As to forget the combination? Here where verbena and lemon grass pummel air with magic, here where you didn’t need anything
But the cupping of your hands with wonderment, running through water like you were born again and again, emptied of harm, full of the vigor of not knowing, the beaten path to adulthood
The painful recognition when what had once been taken for granted has become eternally lost. The weariness of it all.
Thanks for your writing. Your emotion is actually palpable.
Edward you totally got this 100 percent
Nice writing you get well candy girl love you π
Love you more!
Beautiful. Sending you healing
Thank you my friend
You’re welcome
Beautiful, took my breath away! I hope such uplifting writing means you’re feeling better, Candice. Sending love and positive thoughts. ππ
Love to you my friend
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Stunningly beautiful!!! You are so brilliant and creating images that touch all of us in some way!!! Je t’aime, N π <3
Love you purple girl
Love you too my purplicious friend!!! π <3 xoxoxoxoxo
This poem is synchronously connected to what I wrote today and will publish tomorrow. I don’t know anyone who has made the transformation to adulthood unscathed. Is it a myth?
I believe so my friend
Words defy the celebration of the talent you possess to express this <3
Thank you so much
So great to read you again. πΈ
Thank you for being so kind
Not at all Candice. You are always missed by many when you aren’t around π
Thank you. I really wasn’t sure if I would come out of the other side of this illness. I am still not sure but I am giving it my all. Your kindness means a lot as it’s been a horrible experience and friends are often the light in the darkness.
Really, Candice? Oh my gosh, I had no idea… my heart goes to you…please keep writing, even in the worst times, even if a few words…let this community stay in touch and buoy you the best we can. And you know my beliefs, you aren’t alone dear Candice. And I know yours, but I will still pray for you, because I am mischievous that way haha
πΈβ¨π€π (Don’t stop laughing <3 )
Your return brings with it a feather-touch softness and tenderness. I hope and pray you will continue to grow in strength on a journey to wellness π
Thanks so very much. It’s been so long. Your support helps so much
Yes, it has been an arid time without your posts π But, you’re back, better than ever xxx
Beautiful beautifulβ€οΈ sending you hugs
To you beautiful friend
Love itπ
Imagery tumbling over imagery X
I, Confess, that I, Never Fully let the child of me Go. Kind of like the reigns or the elastic to stop a child losing their mittens or a ribbon on a balloon. I kept a tight grip. I say confess, yet I am Not ashamed of it. So, I guess I, cannot rightly call it a confession. An endearing trait may be a better term. I am in a lot of ways maturer, however I have an innate balance of the two sides of me.
A great Demi confession π ps you used a favorite word of mine, mittens. Thus, you are covered in win π
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I like the form of this poem very much! It starts with a ripple and ends with crashing waves! Well done!
I so appreciate YOU for your lovely words of encouragement they mean so much to me thank you dearly my friend
“bathed in fantasy” wow. Miss talking to you