I haven’t washed my hair in weeks
And yet, I’m alive.
Thrown and flung I let life
play with me
slinky and undefinable
I slide between misguided moments
loose
A release of relief not to fit in
anywhere
Flirting with portraits I could paint
Fleeting flitting droplets of myself land on
foreign canvases
Laughing at becoming
Who I am to them
I softly serenade
The woman I am to love
'alive' explores what it takes to be free, what we need to let go of in order to expand. A realisation of routine and structure as something that should remain fluid before it restricts our capacity to be open. Written during a time of transition, this poem seeks to unveil the necessity of playfulness in identity and the importance of letting go of rigidity in life. It explores how we can surrender to a lifestyle that nurtures an inner fire instead of keeping it at bay. - Rosie Cook
'alive' by Rosie Cook is an original piece of writing, created with heart and verve. This work is owned by Rosie Cook, and it's published here with the author's permission.