Becoming (1/2)

I woke this morning
And my first thought
was “I am whole. I am
Magical again.”
I walked the streets and thought
Of them
The people I want to see
The words we left unspoken
The broken strings
With threads still
Trailing on the ground.

I drank my coffee
In my favorite cafe
With a book of
My favorite poems
And wrote my prophecy:
“Saule’s plan for
World domination”
As I do every day.

The heavy caffeinated whispers
Creeping down my spine
The headache of an addict
Too far from her source.
The uniforms of wannabe creators
World-shakers, astronauts.

I do not desire to rhyme
I do not desire to make sense.

Published by

Saule

Lithuanian American based outside Barcelona studying Musical Theatre. I love poetry, travel, singing, dancing and acting and many other random things. Follow my messiness trying to make sense of all this nonsense.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s