Blog – Page 3 – Julia Fry – Psychotherapist, Neurodivergence Coach, Writer, Poet, Artist.

The Beauty of the Setting Sun

There are no words to express this pain.

They touch the surface of it;

Graze and glance off.

“It’s not fair,” is the childish refrain

That strikes my heart,

Tries to open it,

And squeeze inside.

Gliding through shimmering mirrors

Passing reeds standing sentry.

Even slow speeds cause ripples,

But oh! What ripples!

Calm grace sliding by

Orange beak, white feathers

Flat against the back;

This life sings its own song,

If I let it.

Red velvet loosely covers my sins.

Loving is powerful,

Trapping and freeing.

Singing it sends me home.

I feel it rising,