Vine in the Attic

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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.

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