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Saturday, July 14, 2012
Poem
Writing is in my blood, it is how I express myself best, how I sort things out and wear I find creative expression. I might not be the best technically but writing in my eyes is like art that hangs on the wall. It is all subjective. Anyway, I have been keeping my poetry since the third grade. Some of it has been awarded, a lot of it shared, and most of it kept unread. I don't think people really understand my poetry or maybe they just don't care! Hahahah Hey, I can't blame them. What I am getting at is my mind has been generating some pretty deep pieces lately. I find myself waking up in the middle of the night writing. GET A LIFE! I know. Well here is my latest. Interpret it as you will, if you criticize only constructively please.
Beautifully
Fragile
She
sits at the edge of a cliff
Transfixed
on the stars above
The
waves below crash close to her heart
Bringing
her in pushing her out
It
is beautiful
The
world around her stands still
She
is pulled deep into her soul
Fragile,
overwhelmed, anxious, lost
Searching
Her
life sways in the shallows of the ocean
Her
thoughts slipping away
She
inhales deeply the sweet salty air and inches forward
Her
tears meet the water
Exposed
and vulnerable to the crumbling rocks being etched away, wave at a
time
She
sits beautifully fragile
The
world behind her is close and she can feel it burning into her skin
She
turns to look one last time and he is there
He
has always been there
Watching
Hold
his hand and go before the Earth crumbles below
Open
your eyes
Trust
his touch
Go
A.Callihan
2012
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