Posted in life, Poetry

[Of] Vines and Branches

The vines and the trees

Always convince me I need things,

like ice cream and

chicken wings…

I don’t.

Swinging with one,

swaying with the other;

Thinking’s hard done

with half-mast

and full glass.

Solace entwined

in the branches –

flowering through my mind.

 

03 April 2020

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35. Wife and mom of 3. Writer. Zentrovert. Aspiring Engineer. Resident Badass.

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