living in the house of someone I used to be
excavating me

older now
no longer lithe

freer than I’ve ever been
time to throw my fears to the wind

lean in
to be younger than I was then

mound of blooms April 2018

Still writing a poem a day (some days two) in celebration of poetry month.
Mainly writing prompted poems, but this poem isn’t prompted, simply how
I’m feeling today.



About Sabra Bowers

Poet / Blogger / Writer
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7 Responses to Excavating

  1. 1sojournal says:

    I’ve had a few of those days as well. Feeling good about getting back to the writing. It felt kind of stiff, at first, but that disappeared with the energy of NaPo. I like your poem, leaning in to listen to ones own knowing can be terribly freeing.


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  2. Jules says:

    I believe a whole bunch of us over sixty and more can feel the tug and also relief in your words. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  3. cindy knoke says:

    This is really wonderful and I understand it, well.

    Liked by 1 person

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