Winging It

Falling through the sky…
I fly!
Wafting in the wind…
I blend.
From breeze to breeze…
I am at ease.
I travel along…
I’m long gone.
One with the air…
I dare
To feel my breath…
And escape my death.

2-28-19 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Addressing You

If I write a poem or two
For addressing you,
What does it mean that I bothered?

Younger or older,
Which one is bolder?
Everything seems altered.

One, two, or three.
Can’t seem to agree,
Yet work together to manipulate.

Home and school.
Just more rules.
You firmly stipulate.

Then or now
Doesn’t matter anyhow.
Life just took its turn.

Time to fly
And say Goodbye.
There’s really no need to mourn.

2.27.19 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Therapeutic Escapes

Hacks, and jacks, and unclaimed thoughts.
Which one am I?
Hello, Goodbye, miscommunicating altogether.
Don’t even know why.
Highs, lows, the roller coaster of life.
Which ride today?
Younger self, Defensive self, the whole is incomplete.
Which role will I play?
Denial. Avoidance. Therapeutic escapes.
Where shall I go?
Fly the sky, among the clouds so high.
There’s nothing left below.

2.27.19 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire