the gliding queen’s harvest (poem)

 

I can feel my reserves depleting
I’m pleading for relief
I can sense my heart, fast beating
I’m pleading for a break

staying afloat the only way I know how
reigning the horses and milking the cows
spitting it out and working my mind
take a breath, child, then back to the grind

and even though I’m near the end,
torn-up hearts are hard to mend
there’s no debating, only waiting
my soul knows whats right to do
I know I want to be with you

but I need relief
and I need a break
I can’t work on at this god awful pace
staying afloat the only way I know how
channeling my flow into right here, right now

and even though I’m almost done
I shouldn’t be around anyone
closing up cycles and mumbling alone
people are confused by the sound of my tone

I’m wrapped around a whirlwind of feeling
when I know my heart should really be healing
staying afloat, but get us on top
kill the weeds and harvest the crops

focus on the here and now
staying afloat the only way I know how
bound by pain, it’s hard to fly
but we can rip past these fuckin ties
maybe before I couldn’t have done it
but in this process I’ve all but become it

staying afloat the only way I know how
reigning the horses and milking the cows
spitting it out and working my mind
take a breath, child, then back to the grind
let go of us, pain, so we can fly.

 

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2 thoughts on “the gliding queen’s harvest (poem)

  1. End of the month cĺoseout hitting you hard? It’s over brand new month. Been there, and feel your pain. Nothing is forever and time takes care of all. Hang in there better times on the way.

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