Gorilla

Gorilla

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier

Gorilla

Edgy insults,

in the absence of air,

and I have smudged

my eyeliner,

again.

 

Walking in

no mans shoes,

for forty years,

never in moments

of being the girl.

Suffering through

quiet desperations.

 

Yet, in breathing,

life,

becomes essential,

a blur

for passion hidden,

sitting pretty,

on the back

of a whale.

 

And what I would give,

to have a bird

in my hand.

 

And just enough

time,

to see my life true,

as the wind

wipes the world,

from my grasp.

 

I humbly pick through

the broken glass,

on the trail,

left behind.

© 2010 Abigale LeCavalier


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I humbly pick through the broken glass . . . love that. This one is my favorite.

Posted 12 Years Ago


oh, wow . . .

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