Getting There

Can sit with my self, to be safe and alone. Frosted glass of wine held in my hand, a home for my thoughts sit in the corner of my mind getting me there; where I can let the day go and toss my mistakes and mishaps away.

The affair with my nights not cheating on my day. The getting untangled and relaxed with my aloneness. And, keeping my unraveling harnessed and at bay.

By Pamelap

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