To Pieces

Ahh…this is what I feel most today… okay reblog rampage over! 🙂

Wild Heart Scribe

Here I stand at the
beginning
of what should be the
middle
undaunted
even fueled
by the false start of the
past.
Eyes squarely on the
present
arms open,
stretched
waiting to collapse around the
future
until it
sidles up next to me…
rubs itself against my shoulder, my thigh…
lies naked beneath my stockpiled anticipation
until…
until
I can live it to pieces…

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