woods

Posted on 12/15/2018 by Jeanne

woods to myself
a disciplined dancer

knowing a poet
veer to his path

stumble along
flounder

land a fish
learn the ropes
always get up again

There are days of being lost in the woods, not knowing the fate, but just being a wanderer – That’s life -Anonymous

My truth at the moment… the freedom of wandering… letting loose! The excitement of new imprisons too… to feeling of anxiety, the unknown.

Author: Jeanne

the blighter's rock says:

12/23/2018 at 11:45 am

Your writing has such a natural flow to it which I love getting lost in.

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1. Jeanne says:
  
  12/26/2018 at 6:47 am
  
  ☺️ thank you …
  
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thelonelyauthorblog says:

12/15/2018 at 10:14 pm

Take it day by day. Stay inspired. Let your writing help you work things out.

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1. Jeanne says:
  
  12/15/2018 at 10:31 pm
  
  💕
  
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  1. thelonelyauthorblog says:
    
    12/15/2018 at 10:33 pm
    
    💕💕
    
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  2. Jeanne says:
    
    12/16/2018 at 7:29 am
    
    😂 thanks!
    
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