ready to move on
shaking the decades of dust
from these creaky bones
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This Time
At a loss
yet still aware that
I don’t know
anything
except how my body burns
every time you’re near.
An “It’s too late” Poem: #Novpad Day 18
No Place
There is no place
for this-
soft release of my
own self into arms
that hold
and just hold,
small curl into his space
to be seen
to be free,
yielding of skin
with fear that
has finally softened,
as my focus melts
his eyes and
now I can only
see my own.
No, there is no place
for this-
lock up
and
retreat,
cracked and shadowed
sanctuary of
memory
within me
between us
And I wonder
in sadness
in fear, in anger
If this time
Is the time
to go.
Alone.
prompted @ November 2011 PAD: Day 18
Finding Myself
Spiraling
down into darkness
like Dante
and Virgil.
I’ve travelled the depths of hell
to find heaven’s light.
2011 November PAD CHAPBOOK CHALLENGE: Day 4 ; write a poem about finding something unexpected
Hidden Wounds
Rod of Asclepius
Forever
seeking the surface,
hidden wounds
seep slowly,
longing to reveal secrets
tucked beneath the skin.
My contribution to Open Link Night at dVerse Poet’s Pub !
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