A Sunday Flow

It’s a foggy, dreary

Morning that somehow

Disappears into the steaming

Cuppa of hot tea.

Sunday mornings like this

Makes me muse.

It took me

All these years

To understand

That the pain I felt

Was less from love,

And more from my

Clinginess to what had

Already served its purpose.

I promise myself this

In this coming year,

I am clearing the decks

And letting what is mine

Flow to me effortlessly.

About Amrita Ghosh

About Moi - I like to think I am a simple person while most people tend to disagree. I like lots of things, sometimes quite contrary ones, a
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