Time to move
Can’t wait! Hurry!
Must get out the door
Mind’s a blur
It keeps stalling
Wait! We can do more!
No, not now
Been stuck for days
Leaving my cocoon
The road calls
Sun is shining
Ride ‘til afternoon
But what if
The words demand
As I ride my bike
Pull over
Break out the phone
Then turn on my mic
Get back on
Back to living
Wind blowing my hair
Stretch out now
Time to hit it
Leave behind my cares
Author's Note:
The ride is the release… but sometimes the words follow anyway. — Liora
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Really enjoyed this one. Reminded me of a poem I wrote a few years back. Going to find it a post it on Substack. Thank you for the inspiring write!