April is National Poetry Month! I wanted to share something I wrote recently. It’s definitely not great, but I am just excited to be writing poetry again- it’s a passion of mine that really helps my stress levels.
I am twisted like gnarled hands
Dusty, clenched in defiance.
Left behind in an old flower pot,
I have forgotten how to thrive.
I climb, slowly
Looking for the comfort of light.
While it is not quick work,
I steadily make my way to a more hopeful place.
Up the attic wall, leaves quaking
Through cobwebs and memories,
I make my way to the cold window pane
The light steely, harsh even, but rich in comfort.
I have found a new kingdom for myself
Dancing with the dust on this windowsill.