The flick of the lighter breaks through the silence
Aroma of tobacco and marijuana smoke fill the air
as I inhale this potent flower…
1…2…3…
Exhale—
4…5…6…
Suddenly life doesn’t seem so bad
What was I so afraid of again?
What were the worries that consumed my today?
I am unsure.
A candle flame dances beside me
Mimicking the rat a tap tap of a shamans drumbeat
Or a prophets dream
One could even say it be an omen to heed
The flicker of light that sparks this very line of poetry.
Sounds of crickets chirping and cicadas bless me before I lay
Silhouettes of trees appear as large statues
Eyes hangin’ low—
Tired of all these battles I been fighting
Inhale–
1…2…3..peace be resurrected when clouds bloom from my lips–
hold.
Exhale–
4…5…6…
suddenly life don't seem too bad.
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Welcome to Day 7 of my two-week poetry series. I will be going on a 2-week venture of writing exercises to get my creative spirit in flow, which allows me to dive deeper into how I write--yes--but also, will help me dive deeper into my wisdom and insights from the universe. So--follow along this journey if you desire, and comment below the insights you may receive from these pieces.

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