Aging Red Wine

Red wine,

Warm, cozy, satisfied, and inquisitive,

Sprawled all over my sister’s imaginary bed full of clouds,

Andy my dog, snuggling against me, tickling me with his soft fur,

As I sip my glass of red wine while writing and revising my next entry, 

Writer’s block and distractions come my way,

I immediately look inward and try to tune out what’s diverting my attention and focus on my original intention

— what my heart is feeling and trying to reveal,

Doubts on my progress and fear of shame, 

Facing them fears headstrong and maturing like fine old wine,

Sometimes isolating myself and avoiding the challenge altogether,

Silencing myself when I should have been unapologetically myself,

At night, when I am most alive, I sip on some red wine and dance to my own beat,

unleashing my carefree spirit online and offline,

To love and to share my life lessons with those around me,

A firecracker that celebrates life,

An exclamation point that will remind you of your strengths and self-worth. 

#writewithrupi