You are twisted in knots
pulled here, there, everywhere,
responsibilities,
avoiding hostilities,
paying utilities,
cleaning facilities.
You are wound tight
tossed left and right
crushed under mighty
feet, but step into this
darkened space
seek solace from the thoughts
that race,
trace peace.
Surcease.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Release.
.
.
for Lorien
Shawn L. Bird 
Beautiful
this is great 🙂
I enjoy being released.
🙂 and unknotted, no doubt!
Oh, you beautiful, beautiful soul. How do you know me so well? 💖🌈🙏🏼✨
Love to you.
🌈✨❤️🙏🏻
I just reread this…and breathed. Thank you. I needed that.❤️🌈✨🙏🏻
Good girl. Rinse. Repeat. 😉 You can do it, my girl. You have your own super powers that don’t depend on partnerships to fuel your life. Love to you.
Thanks friend. I appreciate you using your superpowers to boost me up!! 🌈✨❤️🙏🏻
This was great ❤
Great. I appreciate you for boosting me
Resonates. Thank you!
Mmmh. I love it! This reminds me of a poem written by Maya Angelou about aging. So practical and purposed.
Thanks, Sarahn. I appreciate you taking time to share your connection. Maya Angelou is amazing.
I love your poems! And this one is truly amazing It inspires me to do Yoga now.
Beautiful.