To beat again

       I sat there with my head in my hands.

            My tears falling

                       between

the fingers of these young, worn,

weathered hands.

 

    Too much, obviously, has been learned.

            Wisdom that didn’t come without cost.

       I plead be it not of my entirety.

            For if so, I would have never left the womb.

                                            My peace in my ignorant

                                                                          bloom.

       Easy were the days

            of alphabet blocks

                             and shiny red fire trucks.

                                               with our lives on the

                                                 precipice of

                                                    e n d l e s s

                                escape. The never-ending dream.

            Sweeter than any you've seen.

 

        But alas here I sit today. Several years through a time

fearful and unknown. It has

  found me again.

A book half opened. A heart half penned.

                        A page dripped wet with sorrow.

                                            sorrow that has recently

                                                come too easily.

As if every color,

            every sound,

                                    …every brush of air

                        could tear this heart. Wounds too fresh.

              But wounds that make me feel so damn alive.

 

Never before have I been so sensitive         to life.

 

                                    And

                                     So

                Here I am. Tears that shed for

                        a light I barely know.

 

            A loss I could only empathize with.

A use of imagination

   so powerful.           As if to say that I am not

                               as

                                           s e p a r a t e

        as I had once thought.

 

     I have to thank you.  You that I have implored.

                        This burden is my gift.

                        And I will cherish it. Crush it.

                                    Inhale it.

                                                Become it.

 

May it show me who I am.

Reviews

[Emily B]

There are so many truths in your words. We are not as separate as we might have once thought. We are all connected. Deeper than words, deeper than tears, deeper than we can imagine. I think the line I love the most is "I have never been so sensitive to life." I know that feeling. I've lived those words.

I think your gift will show you who you are. I'm sure of it.

[jenbem]

this is beautiful in so many ways.
the swaying lines reminded me of a path or road, mirroring your journey.
the pain and then rebirth is tangible.
this is wonderful

[DecemberXSunset]

Wow... This is truely very touching and powerful. I could feel the emotion myself. This seriously reminds me of someone, whom I've wrote about, and I can truely say that I'm sure he often feels the same way.

I love this poem, the way that you've set it up show more importantance to certain phrases and words.

"Easy were the days

of alphabet blocks

and shiny red fire trucks."
I really like this part, it shows that as kids we don't really realize how hard life will be..

[Brenda Sue]

Uniquely beautiful. I loved the flow and the message. Wonderfully penned. Great job.

[RareRed]

Wow, this is extremely beautiful. I really enjoyed reading it and something that I have yet to put my finger on resignated within as the words started in my mind as I read them but ended up in my heart. Thank you for sharing this. Keep on Writing!