A Poem by Akroma

I could kneel, and you could stand, and we could heal together.
We could share the pain and sever the remaining tethers
from all the guilt and shame and nights alone;
Prevent our hands from casting its own stones.

My head down, and your head up, we could walk side by side,
no longer lying and yearning to hide.
I could cry and scream and bite and fight,
you could laugh and inwardly delight.
Touch my bruised ego and my welted skin,
my red wrists and my scraped shins. 

I could crawl, and you could sit, and we could forget the rest,
all the nay sayers who say they know best.
I could kiss your boots and you could pat my head
and take away all the doubt, every last shred. 

You could make me, mark me, take me, and rob me
of everything I used to be
I could be you, and you could be me,
and together we could set the other one free. 

© 2011 Akroma

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I really like this poem. It really says something

Posted 12 Years Ago

this is powerful as well. Such stromg emotions.

Posted 12 Years Ago

I love the opening line. The first word in the line that is not the beginning of a new sentence should not be capitalized. The comma in the second line seems misplaced. I like the tone of this and I like how you speak of love here. Great job

Posted 12 Years Ago

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Added on December 13, 2010
Last Updated on April 15, 2011



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