The Station

There is finally room to sit down
and lovingly paint your face.

This Will Do Just Fine
Sanguine trindles
spool and detangle
the threads of knotted despair
within my mind.
An orderly reel of aching lines
artistically formatted and
bathed in rhymes.
A meticulous decluttering
of precious space.
There is finally room to sit down
and lovingly paint your face.

Hip To Be Square
I’m okay with being misunderstood today
They say that is a hard learned lesson in healing the heart.
From what I say,
anything can be taken away
to make the square fit in a round hole.
I could rush to dispel it by hastily gluing the square back together.
Put on a show of it and smack it against the round hole in defiance.
But as a child, I quickly learned
that the blue square
goes into the square hole.
The red circle
goes into the circle hole.
There was no variance to that fact.
There was no need to prove it.
And there still isn’t.

About the Author

Ambrea Restorik

A 34 year old woman from Colorado who has been writing since she was 11 years old. She enjoys conversations with the moon, hot tea on cold afternoons and reading anything and everything under the sun.

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