Three Short Poems
by Kait Mauro
I welcome myself
back into the fires
that forged me.
I welcome myself back
into the fires that forged me -
hoping to emerge, yet again,
stronger and full of less bullshit,
more wisdom - with the parts
of my little life I love
most still intact.
Sometimes a person
need to get "out
of their head" and back
into their body. Stretching
is one way to do this -
standing then sitting
then standing again. Drink
all of the water you can
hold.
Sometimes anger
can be relief.
A decision is made -
no more not knowing
this path or that one,
no more trying to keep
the peace, no more trying
to keep every person happy.
Just this: no more.
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Author's Note
I'm starting to write/play with little poems again.
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"of my little life I love"
Lovely.
*.
yep.
These light-hearted verses took me out of my head and into yours, Kait. All I'm missing is the anger (which, for me, is just as well!)
Solid.
I especially like the third.
Nice work, Kait.
with the parts
of my little life I love
most still intact.
Excellent.*
"Just this: no more."
Good poems, Kait!
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The first one is my favorite.
"I welcome myself back
into the fires that forged me -"
Great stuff going on here.