Reblogged from my friend Candace at The Feathered Sleep. Her writing is addictive, stop by her site to look around. You’re bound to find plenty to read. M

TheFeatheredSleep

Most habits

Are learned lazily

Incorporated into being, before aware

Of what it means to be.

A habit is a slothful fellow

Whispering in our ears;

You’ve done it before

Come sit by the fire

And watch others rush at life

Put your aching bones close to the warmth

Feel the security of what you’ve gone and done

So many times

And if you were asked

To break out of your stupor

Throw water on the fireplace, dousing heat

And with no preparation

Launch into a violent rain storm

Obscuring your direction

Lashing your sides with chill

Would you follow?

Thrill seekers maybe

The very young, the chronically overlooked

That girl with braces who wanted to be the busty blonde

Maybe they’d fall like extinguished stars

Into the storm

And from their yearning to matter, to win

They’d keep going long after the memory of fire was lost

Fighting without…

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