It's like falling up a stair case
when you realize you're in an elevator or dancing in a hail storm just to break the normalness of making mud angels or bunching up pesky butterflies for rainbow smoothies or punching sheet rock because it's pleasing to break through and releasing emotion is like losing control of that feeling you were trying to write about when you started doubting that you ever could and you didn't stop for pause or period and didn't care to edit it or think about the myriad metaphors because it doesn't really matter what it's like but rather that it is and this is now and how great is it to share this feeling it's kind of like pulling on a door that says push but you don't even feel embarrassed because your so excited you've been invited in that you trip on your way up the stairs but you realize that you've just been making up scenarios in your own head and in the Olympic breath it took to say this in your mind you come back to your senses. You're still in the elevator, and you're on your way up.
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Thresheld
PoetryMy life is a series of thresholds that I overcome through poetry. Love, loss, pain, regret, humor, irony, word play, and even sarcasm are as much apart of my life as they are central to my poems here. I am Thresheld. UPDATE: It's been quite a few ye...
