This was not the poem that I set out to write tonight. In fact I’m feeling a little blocked.
This might be a no no to admit, but I’m not even sure what it’s about, not really. It’s a mashup of several story lines, as if all my demons of the past 3 years are fighting for attention but none of them are winning. This isn’t supposed to be a sad poem, just a reflection.
Our lives are composed of the intertwining of faith and falling. No matter where you are in that process, I hope you are at peace.
Love,
Leanne Rebecca
She's in Prison 
Sometimes the best poems arrive when we don’t understand the words. Meaning can come from much deeper inside us than other times. I think that’s what has successfully happened here.
I like that. Thank you!
I took a leap of faith
But a ragged edge caught something
Now I’m spinning and falling
Can’t make sense of where
I am now, or where
I am headed
And this feels most unpleasant
I don’t think it’s a no-no. I think that’s part of what writing, and particularly poetry, is about…sorting through the mishmash of thoughts and feelings that encompass our humanity. 🙂
Well said! Thanks for the validation 🙂
Been here, and I get get it… Sorry to say.