A Chapter by Ana Papaya



i built you up like a bridge
       hoping to cross you
    to be on your side
where the soil is fertile
  where things can grow
to cross over from the place where the weather
          is heavy and thick with confusion and loss
i want to shine
   to smile from the other side
to feel the sun when i close my eyes
       and know that i will dream without running


© 2018 Ana Papaya

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I know of no one who has not felt and thought like this, at least a thousand times... I now plan to re-visit these words, the next time I begin to think maybe the grass is greener... Keep em coming Ana.. N

Posted 5 Months Ago

Ana Papaya

5 Months Ago

If the grass is always greener, and you cross over, do you immediately want to go back to where the .. read more
Neville Pettitt

5 Months Ago

I always find carrying an industrial sized bottle of Baby Bio strapped to me leg helps :)
I was anticipating some sort of closure at the end with this one, but it never came, but then I guess that is how life is often. We build, we anticipate, we wait, we regroup, wishing to get to the other side.

The last line packs a punch, though. To "dream without running" reveals a lot. Sometimes we need to stand still and live the dream, but even that is harder than it seems.

Great poetry

Posted 6 Months Ago

Ana Papaya

5 Months Ago

Oh wow, I totally missed this. Sorry!
You're comments always so thoughtful.

5 Months Ago

You're welcome. Thoughtful poetry attracts thoughtful comments :)
The grass IS always greener on the other side, mainly because on this side it is scorched and burnt, like an unending apocalype. To dream without running would be a beautiful thing, smiling at the calmness and company that walk arm in arm. That would be anyones idea of heaven.

Posted 6 Months Ago

Ana Papaya

6 Months Ago

yes, exactly. when it's so scorched on one side it has got to be better on the other

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Added on November 18, 2018
Last Updated on November 18, 2018

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Ana Papaya
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