![]() These Paths That LeadA Poem by BeatricePortinari.![]() Kind of how I feel life is going. Nothing here means much and I feel like leaving is my only chance to be something.![]() So I’m going to walk alone And I want you to know That no matter how my heels bleed It’s the path to nowhere I understand I need to take St. Jude you are no longer encumbered By the prayers of those who think themselves Lost causes I promise you, every one of them Kisses my cheek before they fall to their knees before you. So I’m a little broken But find ways to explain that As beautiful These scars and scraped knees Are from battles this life Has thrown at me with curved fists So, sure, the highway is twisting You cannot see the destination But I consider myself a traveler And know the most important journeys Are the ones you take alone
Along the way I’ll stop often I’ll smell the flowers budding in spring My feet will dance with others And I can’t promise I’ll go with Godspeed I have to say I’ll be slow Turning over rocks to soothe my curiosity At how the smallest animal On the smallest branch of moss Cowering under the limestone on the side Of this unwalked path How such a thing fits into The vast stretches of ocean Forming a jigsaw puzzle with our land And falling into the orbit of a bigger pull Lost in an even larger pool of black Broken only by the stars Which, like your words, are the only light So I’m sure I’ll change But it’s what I have to do If I ever intend to run back to you So my eyes will see your boundaries Or possibly burn them all down And I’ll come back screaming to Remember, my sweet, that most of these Things just have to be lies So your sweating fingers Must let go of mine Release me to this fate Because, Mother, now Is do or die Gently, now I start to walk I see the lines obscured by Dreams falling ahead of me The trees above are gilded with words I might just need to pick A final glance back And you’re not crying Which is all good and fine Because I’m not either I once was told to never fear The inevitable So why, my dear, when it caresses my skin Should I let tears fall With the realization that it has nails Like diamonds. © 2011 BeatricePortinari.Author's Note
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10 Reviews Added on March 26, 2011 Last Updated on March 26, 2011 Author![]() BeatricePortinari.Wasilla, AKAboutso i guess i'm just a girl. with words, lots of those and somehow it makes doing this easier. i've got great parents who don't have a hope of understanding me but won't give up trying. i love food a.. more..Writing
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