Closer Than My Next Breath
She Will Not Be Quiet: A (mostly unedited) daily writing practice
Jotting from my Journal. Day #195 of (mostly unedited) daily writing/sharing
Closer Than My Next Breath
What to do with all of this blank?
The soldiers inside of me
load their red pens before
I put a single word on the page—
Attention! March in a straight little line,
they command. No, not
that way. Don't fuck it up.
But the sage with her wildflower hair
is here too, closer than my next breath,
she hums a song only I can hear—
I've got you, she sings,
inside of you is everything,
there is no way to do it wrong.
Stand still, the wind is whispering
her secrets. Be still. Let yourself
be found. 