Sunlit Existence.A Poem by robyn.wilson
Could be the last one for a while people.
Experience and wisdom are meaningless
when opportunity rests at your feet,
along with the knowledge that battles are short but wars never end.
I wager with the sun that it will cease to exist
if I cease to believe
in the inevitable rise and fall
it's sinking orange warming, where I live, in the days.
If I shut it away, it exists but doesn't live
it will slither through the cracks
and seep through the windows
calling me back
to fly too close and melt to nothing.
My home is winter, the cave is impenetrable ice
a womb heavy with seasoned ills and angst.
Cocooned in self pity, frozen in the hope the shadow breaks
My mother is severe and cold
she calls the silence to a whisper and it falls like snow
smothering daybreak from the hills
fending sunlight from my world.
© 2011 robyn.wilson
Added on February 18, 2011
Last Updated on February 18, 2011
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