Puff puff, hold.
No passing here.
No judgment.
Trust me, no shame.
Melodies driven through the heart and out the brain.
Triggers right and left, aftermaths stuck like gum on a shoe
Too many messages, nothing to respond to.
Nothing new,
These patterns keep repeating,
Third eye seeing, heart whispers stay.
Ride it out.
Don't reach for that.
Hold, don't puff the day away.
Learning, forever learning.
The wheel of fortune keeps on turning.


© Leila Rose