What if I surrendered? | TracieNichols.com

in which she imagines how it would feel to put down the weight of the world….

I sat on the lumpy edge of my bed this morning hair twisted into a towel clothes for the day in a gray and blue pile tired. so tired. too tired to prevent the thought “my heart is breaking. dying would be such a relief.” understand today is no different than yesterday when I had … Continue reading in which she imagines how it would feel to put down the weight of the world….

Waiting….

I’m a woman stretched through liquid time Sealed in a resinous pause. Waiting... Tick. Tick. Tick. ...for resurging creative superfluidity ...for breath and thought and wordforms to ripple and flow in ways wondrous and unpredictable. Waiting... Tick. Tick. Tick. ...to re-form. Reignite. Rebirth this she-self, this identity, this face I put brazenly into the world … Continue reading Waiting….

Crow Feathers

Ink flashing indigo You stand incongruous In your field of green blades Two of you upright and alone Sentinels of night fallen from wings Who once climbed blazing sky gracefully I pass, walking heart full curious Who were you when you flew? Why did you leave them behind? © 2015 Tracie Nichols