Dec 2019
I’ve never felt so tranquil
while so numb.
It’s like leaving while
staying still, a calm
pulse in nothing,
music without a sound,
*** without a body.
It’s an erasure of strides
in snow and slush,
a dissolving act,
the cackle of a
wholesome child.
Pure and imperfect.
Today,
I am drifting downstream,
riding the cherry blossoms.
And I’m not stopping this time,
I’m not checking out,
waking up or falling asleep.
The stars will kiss me and I
will drink their light.
I am no longer afraid.
-
by Aleksander Mielnikow | Alek the Poet
while so numb.
It’s like leaving while
staying still, a calm
pulse in nothing,
music without a sound,
*** without a body.
It’s an erasure of strides
in snow and slush,
a dissolving act,
the cackle of a
wholesome child.
Pure and imperfect.
Today,
I am drifting downstream,
riding the cherry blossoms.
And I’m not stopping this time,
I’m not checking out,
waking up or falling asleep.
The stars will kiss me and I
will drink their light.
I am no longer afraid.
-
by Aleksander Mielnikow | Alek the Poet
For those celebrating today, rock on! But you may not be in the same spirit. New Year’s Eve might leave you wanting and feeling empty. You’ll enjoy the party and lift the toast, but someone close may notice how sad your eyes are when you let your guard down. Something about this transitional holiday hurts deep in your gut, similar to your birthday. All I will say is that you’re not alone; I am just like you. And I’m lifting my toast to you, hoping you find a lesson in your struggle, maybe something about understanding yourself better. And I hope that by tomorrow you’re looking neither ahead nor behind but being right now.
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