Author: jennadawn

emotions from a wild mind

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Taking control over me
they have climbed into the driver’s seat
to steer off in a new direction
deviating so far from where I was
and wanted to stay.
Emotions
turned free from a wild mind
to cause mayhem and disrupt the planned route,
pushing me to the cliff’s edge
without my feet ever touching the ground.

Too far to turn back around,
I cannot jump back on to the ledge
once I descend in air,
so I fall
and drag you with me.

If only I could take a firmer hold of the wheel
and stay in the lane,
I would.

longing heart

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How do you tell them
how your heart aches to see them,
be near them, hear their story
and of the expansive burst in your chest
you feel the moment you see them?

When you say
“I’ve missed you”
or “It’s so good to see you”
do they also hear the words you want to say
but don’t?

Sometimes words cannot do justice
the bodily sensations of love and longing,
you know it by feeling
and hope they feel it too.

 

engulf

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All happiness is gone,
sucked and drained out of me
by a baster
that feels small, but powerful.

I see it transfer all it took from me
and walk far away into the distance
to somewhere and someone else.
I am left here,
this hollow, void shell of a body
with nothing inside.

I see other people
who have fought off these basters
or never encountered them at all,
and don’t want to be near them
for when comparisons start
and I pretend to be full like them
the void magnifies,
and engulfs me.

It engulfs me.

turning over tables

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People come and they go
at the tables next to us.
Young, old, male, female,
I could offer only simple descriptions
when my focus is you.
A reunion of sorts
with chances for real conversation
months in the making.
The hours pass
and tables turn over
until no one but us is here.

Time is never enough
until it has to be.

departures too soon

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Finally here and ready to see you
better late than never,
the air fills with chatter and laughter.
This is what I have been missing.

Skies and snow
must also feel this warmth and love,
sticking, layering, to the world outside
like I wish to do here,
in your home.
Stick and stay.

Fighting against the disappearing sun
to stay longer, keep the moment alive,
come departures
too soon.