Let me float
in the warmth
and the dark
and the quiet.
Let my weariness subside.
Let me float
away the aches
away the worry
away the want.
Let weightless be my guide.
Let me sink
in the drink
of nothing to do but float.
Let me breathe
long and deep
gotta hold that strong, clear note.
Just keep still
feel the pain
release its grip
on aging limbs.
Fill my chest
with long, slow breaths
letting go and letting in.
Watch the sun
begin to rise
casting red upon the skies.
And as the red seeps into orange
find peace and calm
in the water’s warmth.
From orange to yellow
paler than butter
let myself BE in the pillowy color.
And as the yellow lightens to blue
and the plug is pulled
and the gravity, new.
Take the weight.
Feel the cold.
Face the day.
Be brave.
Be bold.
And keep afloat.
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Author: Anne Celano Frohna
I have been writing for as long as I could hold a pencil in hand and would not feel complete without it.
And I actually made a meager living at it (and as an editor) for 25 years.
I worked for newspapers and magazines, in graphic arts and advertising, and wrote several local history books.
But I have also taught English in Japan, been a Nanny in Italy, worked in and for museums, was an Airbnb Superhost for four years, as well as an Etsy shop owner where I sold vintage items I found over the years of thrift and yard sales.
After moving to Arizona with my family in 2010, I completed a series of different writing projects, including two books of creative non-fiction:
Just West of the Midwest: a comedy
(Based on journals I kept during my two years as an English teacher in rural Japan.)
Within Close Range: short stories of an American Childhood
(Short stories and poems about growing up as the middle of five children in suburban Chicago.)
I've also written children's stories and continue to write short fiction, but have recently found my voice in poetry.
This blog, however, is where my greatest passion comes alive.
I am also a mother of two wonderful girls, Eva (23) and Sophia (21) and wife to one wonderful husband, Kurt.
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