I’m tired of pondering on the past,
I mean, I can’t believe it’s taken me so long to feel bored, that’s not like me at all.
That third eye manifestation is real, I see it and it sees me, hello epiphanies, I’ll take your hits,
I love being awakened as you sprinkle sense and grit.
Always the same format though, I get down to get back up,
But what if I rise instead?
Floating would be a heavenly change, the idea of ease is appealing,
Weightless, free from the bruises of repeated kneeling.
© Michelle Sotiriou 2021