The Ex-SyndromeA Poem by Vanessa
Wrote this awhile ago but always find it relevent.
practices yoga when you drift
into my mind.
I curl up
in the child's pose
as to keep my insides from falling
They are not to be seen
by the sun and the mystics,
reading my contents
as tarrot cards and tea leaves.
© 2012 Vanessa
AboutI am October and a poet. I'm tagged and bound . . . silent and secret but never a mouse. I can be forgiving and understanding yet misunderstood. I am becoming each day. I am Victorian, a nerd, .. more..