Write As Rea

The happy intersection between what I want to write and what people want to read.

I go through life

With it swinging there

Hanging on a string,

One good blow and


It’s fraying from between.

When the wind whistles and it starts to sway,

I watch with fear-filled eyes

Because sometimes hope is all I have

Yet somehow, it remains.

No one responsible for it

Save I, alone

I almost wish that it would fall so I could breathe


Until I piece it back together or another takes its place.

This eternal vigil

Worth it for those few that float

Tethered to my heart

Pulling me towards destinations


Helping me find joy in the journey.


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

%d bloggers like this: