Revamp the goals. Dry January. Fucked-up February. Happy New Year. There’s nothing to see here. Make the resolutions. Shovel snow out of the driveway. Go back to work. Cook a new meal for dinner. What’s different from last year? Don’t tell me you lost all that holiday cheer? And so quickly too. … Thank you for reading! Please visit my content on Medium to check out more! https://medium.com/@hannahladuke
A Poem. Criss cross You are my loss We are one Under the sun Here comes the moon I’ll miss you soon Flower in my heart Keep me here In the middle of nowhere Where things are soft And I fit like me. … Thank you for reading! Please visit my content on Medium to check out more! https://medium.com/@hannahladuke
An angry poem. You smash through glass Just to feel Something Or to stop feeling Everything It’s what you deserve Don’t you know? The anger inside begs to be recognized So it screams for aggression It craves for your knuckles to ripped apart Only to find shards of regret imbedded in your skin Days later The anger burns and cries but never lies It tells the truth And that’s why You hate it We fight And we fight This anger and me The anger in me I should be more peaceful I should be more calm How many days in a row Has this felt wrong? Someone call a doctor Someone call a nurse
Stay Awhile. Drowning in Chaos waves Waiting for Our Thursdays When we dance On the shore Watch the tide Stay for more This will end Come Monday Life’s current Floods the bay When we drift Back on land We will lay In the sand Fingers laced Palm to palm In this bliss All is calm My heart longs To be yours From this beach Our love pours Let this be You and me Forever By the sea. … Thank you for reading! Please visit my content on Medium to check out more! https://medium.com/@hannahladuke
Part 2 – Growth In the morning I feel most poetic. Before most of the world has woken, when the moonlight blends into sunlight. It all becomes one. Being surrounded by darkness and surrounded by light do not feel the same at all. Surrendering to your surroundings is watching the headlights of your car blur in the rain puddles as sleepy mumbles resembling a song escape your lips. Are you really in control? Or are the surroundings controlling you? When your brain dips in and out of the fog that has yet to clear because the moonlight in your head hasn’t yet become sunlight. We are all the same. You are the same.
Part 1 – Grief I haven’t written in awhile, and now I’m feeling ~emotional~. So here I am again. Doing the only thing I know how to do when I am ~emotional~. It’s just one of those days I guess. To the people who follow and support me, thank you for still being here even though I haven’t been here in awhile. Life got chaotic, and mostly in a good way. I didn’t prioritize writing, and if I’m being honest, I still don’t know if I will. As much as I would love to, other things are asking for my attention. But I’ll be here when I can be, and I appreciate that
Your Ghost Can Visit Anytime. Consider this Do you miss When we lived In unknowing bliss Are you happier now? In this place we Cannot see Do you visit us When we plea I’ll meet you there In the sky Above the clouds When the moon is high As I close my eyes And start to dream I really hope You won’t leave. … Thank you for reading! Please visit my content on Medium to check out more! https://medium.com/@hannahladuke
A Short Story Of Us. The wood falls again and we restack the logs criss-cross while sprinkling more dead leaves. I click the lighter and after a few breathless moments it ignites and we have a flame. Over the next hour I add and build to our fire, while you prepare dinner. Chicken sizzles on the grate above the heat and I hear you chopping vegetables inside the cabin. Tacos were always one of my favorites and you make the best ones. As I sit outside waiting, I put my book down and look up into the trees. My most loved time of day has come; The sunlight streams through the leaves
Read the room and have a little grace. What is a body Without a soul? Who does my body belong to If I am not in control? My body is Big Pharma Corporate consumerism Student debt My body is PMS? Take this pill You’ll be all set My body is An image Of a standard Society set My body is A career And expectations I have not met So I take these pills And voting kills All in a hope to pay the bills But My soul is Hopes and dreams yearning To achieve My soul is Love and support That make Me believe My
And arriving at our destination. One day the wind Will pick you up And carry you For miles on end It’ll drop you Somewhere new And you’ll have To start again But you’ll be Glad it did. … Thank you for reading! Please visit my content on Medium to check out more! https://medium.com/@hannahladuke