I choose a day of wonder
of shine
of love.
I choose a day beyond the never ending
notion
that I belong at the heals of another.
I choose myself, now.
I choose the people who care for my heart
like it is their very own sun.
See beyond the bend of your path
and you will find the rainbow of me.
See no further than the ties that bind you
and you will remain in the dimly lit room
of your lonely soul.
5 replies on “Lonely Soul”
Lovely Brooke! Great poem… how you holding up?
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Thanks, Jason! Yes, I’ve been pretty good! I won’t lie, though- it would be nice to be able to the kids to the park. ☺️ I hope you’re going okay, too. x
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*take* the kids to the park, that was meant to say. 😂😉
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Nice to hear that! I’m doing pretty good. The kids are doing well too. My oldest loves riding her bike around the neighborhood, but she is definitely missing her friends at school and her teacher.
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Aww. That’s so sweet.💞That was one of my favourite things to do as a kid- riding around the block (or over dirt hills, even better) ☺️
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