those times

it’s okay to enjoy where you are and have ambitions to where you want to go. I am learning to take the path of least resistance that my heart lays out for me. Other things talk to me–through me. Sometimes when I’m restless they choose words. I love words and I love them. I write it then leave, and when I return, be it days, weeks, months later their essence lingers in a way I did not notice before and I feel at home. Below is one of those times:


handed the keys to a door

to find no lock

the stench of your fears lingers behind

which path will you take home

your frustration is welcomed but cannot stay

what is next

are you willing to be broken open, then come



Author: presentalle

Hi. I'm Allison. A twenty-something, exploring, learning, and loving as presently as I can.

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