From Morning Pages January 2021
I did my art thing… I put words together in a specific order.
There are these moments.
These spaces in between
Smaller than a breath,
deeper than a sigh
fleeting glimpses
clarity
defenses clang shut
I reach, I stretch,
I fight and cry
Trying to escape
fingertips brushing
the very edge
edge of what
I do not know
I only know up there
Is beyond the fire
Above the chaos
I know it’s real
Its cool breeze lifts my hair
A little closer each time
Just out of reach
She waits
CobaltFae 