Poem – Page 3 – Shun P. Writes… dot com

Hide and seek

Looking hard, but not trying.

Rehash of the past

Memories are without measure

The hollow laughter of making a living – a poem

“… The cost of not doing what you love is … “

Downstream

I sat here. Content. Content I say… Eyes closed. As my lungs were inhaling and exhaling with deliberation. And I hurled… With the force of frustration; those burdens that would drain me of my empowerment, into the tempest of the stream never to be seen again. And… I rejoiced in its defeat.