Poetry: Inside My Mind

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I am an "accidental blogger". When I launched my writing career in March of 2014, one of the things that I decided to include was my journaling, which I have always found to be a comforting and therapeutic endeavor. It was a big risk to open myself up in such a public forum, but it has taught me that, for the most part, we share far more experiences than we think. It's comforting to know I'm not alone! (*the "Button Text" is the link to my first novel)

Poetry: Inside My Mind

4/23/2014

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Inside My Mind
by Amy M. Schaefer

The motions of the day's routine
Occupy my mind with inconsequential things
Until the scent of new Spring flowers tickles my nose.
I walk through steps in places I have worn bare, smooth as glass
My feet know the way
Until a soft, warm breeze catches my hair, teasing my face.
The echoes of familiar words pass my lips
As I speak mundane words to a dozen strangers, or a hundred
Until a song catches my ear and my mind floods with a thousand images.
I cannot process them all, merely catching glimpses;
A warm embrace...
Tender lips brushing mine...
A whisper of love words.
I process them all with colours-
...flaming red
...clear-water blue
...vivid green
...melting yellows and golds
...chocolate browns.
And taste-
...sweet wine
...musky rain
...bitter leaves
...honey-suckle tang
...a velvet saccharine on wet taste buds.
In the dark, when the world is quiet, behind closed eyes
The images blur to mere streaks of colour
And then, I dream.

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About The Author

I grew up in rural North Carolina. When I was only nineteen, I moved away and became a military wife. My only aspiration at that tender time in my life was to create an adult life that "fixed" all of the "injustices" of my childhood. Secretly, however, I wanted to reach for the sky! I wanted to be a writer and find ways to "save the world" (my mother used to say, "You have Save the World Syndrome".). Mostly, I wanted to matter.

Since then, I have learned to reach well beyond what I ever dared to think was possible. I've learned not to allow fear to stop me from whatever future I want to create!

What keeps me grounded? My Tribe! What provides the wind beneath my wings? A well of reserves filled with unstoppable passion!

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