"I breathe" I crave my thoughts I long to roam I mourn the body I've called home I miss my smile I miss my friends I miss attending Fun events I long to write I ache to read I mourn my mind’s Lost complexity I long to swim They miss the key I mourn the mum I wished to be I miss the cows I miss the boots I miss the meadows And my roots And I breathe... I miss my family And humanity And the fantasy Of financially Independently wishing sanity And a gravity That isn’t captivity Not an analogy But brutality Rising agony Because the hospitality Of the mentality That brings casualty And normality To this brutality Of depravity, Loss of capacity, Is in reality A communal mortality. And I breathe... I long to run I ache to think I mourn being A missing link I want to help I want to give I mourn knowing How to fully live I miss the world I long to see My own reflection I mourn me ...And. I. breathe. #MECFS #Longcovid

What do you want to see more of in this group? What would get you excited to be part of our circle? What do you want from me as admin? What would make you more interested in posting your poems and providing feedback to others?

Some poets Live in the Ocean Love in the Ocean Breathe under water And flutter gently deeper Like birds flying beneath Leagues of Miles of. Vast expanses of Water These are the Poets of Truth They walk with kisses Of the Muse Their minds are misshapen By life's cruelty But perhaps Hope lays in their hearts And they bear witness And collect amruta For those who come To their feet To drink From their cups Overflowing Other poets seem less alive Not yet engulfed By the Spirit of Poetry They may attempt A phrase unmastered A word beyond ther grasp Desperate similes Metaphors with excessive force Excessive repetition When twice is enough To make a point Loud as twins Being born And placed on A Mother's breast Come and be One With the Spirit of Poetry

Dear Members, I am excited to be part of this community. I hope I'll get to know your work and you mine.

One thing I'm learning as I age is that iteration solves all problems. Over time, with consistent effort in the same direction, slowly building a bit each day, eventually we find ourselves at new levels of development, operating at standards previously thought by us to be impossible to achieve. The other alternative, for anyone who decides not to put effort and focus into their pursuits, is to remain the same but older. To forget. To shrink in quality. Your youthful enthusiasm will fade along with your health and vitality, you'll look back at the years wasted with resentful regret, your potential slowly slipped through your fingers with the sands of time. Which path are you choosing? You can't change your destination over night, but you can change your direction any second of any day. You can pivot. It's not too late! If you're reading this, you're most likely living. And if you're living, there's hope for you yet. Don't forget the way you feel right now. Take a mental snapshot and encode the experience as something important. Today is the day you decided to become. All that you can be!