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