poem – Page 11 – Thistle Thoughts

The Lowly Place

I think of my muses,
my inspirations,
the best ones
who weathered
their own tribulations

this could be
viewed as a
re-visitation
of the glory days

I am ready to talk about quarantine.

reminiscing on
eyeliner so thick
everyone will know
you’re crying

…Torn apart is an expression
Best kept hidden
Worn by worn down women…

Your body and mind go through a transitional phase in March.

…you & I remain inside
different body & mental,
physical & spiritual prisons…

where burning becomes
a state of being, & ashes
are the taste of comfort

…an invitation
to glimpse within

Today is my husband & I’s 7 year wedding anniversary.