Until Next Time

A few days ago, I told you all that I was taking a break from the blog. As you can see, I then changed my mind and posted a few more times. Since then I realized that I really do need to take a break. I have a lot to process right now and I can’t write about it so I find myself rambling and producing work that I’m not very happy with. Contrary to popular belief, I am human and even though it seems that I always have everything together, I deal with the same human experiences as everyone else. Right now, I need to take care of me. So I’m taking a hiatus. For real. The plan is to return no sooner than August. Until then, I hope you all will stay with me and maybe take this time to catch up on all of the older posts from Season 1 and Season 2. Thanks so much to those of you who take time to read and comment. Hope to see you all when I return.

erica

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Feet hitting pavement it’s just me and whatever my tunes shuffles into my ear gate. Everything else can wait. This is me time. The rhymes match my stride perfectly. Not running from anything. I’m just running back to me. Back to where I need to be. Before confusing actions posed distractions upon an already complicated existence. Resistance present only in the tension between rubber and concrete. How sweet the sound of my own breath and with every step I get closer…to me.

Poetry Eludes Me

These are the times when Poetry just won’t come to me and I’ll wonder if she ever really loved me…at all. I’ll stall thinking she just needs more time. Her rhyme demands space that I can’t give. She knows I can’t live…without her. So she’ll make me chase her and all attempts to replace her will remind me that she was made just for me. I’d gladly give a rib if it means she’ll never leave again. Even then she won’t feel like I’ve given enough. She’ll call my bluff and demand I give my heart to her and though I typically place it on my sleeve, it feels so much better in her hands. She is…all that I am. Still, she escapes me. Traces me with lyrical outlines often left unfinished. She remains unblemished in my eyes. Blue skies created in her image are all that comfort me. If only she would come to me…Poetry