17/09/2017

You rocked my world. You
Blew me away. For all that
I forgive the bad.

10/09/2017

The Fog

I feel it lifting. 
A gentle shift.
Exposing how far I have become adrift
From my core.

I'm sensing a fresh space.
To create again.
To reach.
To be.
To be me.
To love.
To love me.

And the warmth flushes through my torso,
And I let go.
I let it go.

Ahhhh...
I release all my past tense.
This shift is a gift.
It drifts, and I give thanks.
The fog lifts, and I let it.
This time.

S. Camplin