Dawning Creations

Stop, give me a tentative moment .
I’ve been kind of heavy, lately.
I dont want to attatch
any rusty sort,
any crumbling chain towards you upward aim.

You deserve so much more
than crying in a cafe.

A tender moment,
a slip of desire peeking about
I remember seven,
Dixie chicks and Tim Mcgraw.
Sunshine felt like breathing was easy.
I’m still trying to figure this out.

I’m on the cusp of something great.
though, I am clamoring uphill,
Terrified but willing to fill my cup,
laugh as I cause an overflow,
a rather shallow clasp upon hope

I won’t attach any chains.
They’re coming undone
as I unravel.

I didn’t want to write a sad piece.
I want to inspire, while seeking out
to find what I’ve been writing about.