10 January 2016

One Good Line

This one is my own. 
A thing molded in my mind at 5 a.m. when i could not sleep -- 
too many thoughts of self-doubt, of fear of vulnerability, of tightness  --
that had to be churned into something more useful 
than too many thoughts of self-doubt, of fear of vulnerability, of tightness, 
when i could not sleep at 5 a.m. 



To be free, the bud must open, 
and chance its petals might be plucked. 

This was the wager. 

This was the price of life. 

3 comments:

  1. This is so beautiful! The best things come to me when I'm laying in bed trying to fall asleep. Thanks for sharing!

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  2. I love this. Those early morning thoughts are the best!
    -Diana

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  3. Are you Sylvia Plath, reincarnate? you can tell me.

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