With Feelings

It’s funny how it begins,
Submissively at first,
Turning perversely willful,
These traitorous feelings.

Planting seeds of daisies,
Sunflowers and happy things,
Suddenly taking centerstage,
Deceitful to my brain.

But, with the change in moon,
The readings of the tarot,
Or perhaps, someone very confused,
I am back here – to begin again.

I close my eyes,
And think of a place,
Think of a time,
Think of a day.

On some floor on the stairs,
While the Eiffel glittered.
On that little edge,
Overlooking the whole of Hallstatt.

In the rush of the coaster,
That water slide and the jump.
Or in that moment,
In daze at Disneyland.

Sitting in the lavender fields,
Or the first look at my fresh peonies,
I close my eyes,
and slowly smile.

April 7, 2019

Author: Swati Jain

I am the girl who can talk and talk and talk and talk and still continue to talk. The most ideal way to make me heard is to share it with everyone else. I'm not new at this, but I hope to be in a uninterrupted continuation of posting what's on my mind! I hope you enjoy!

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