
When finally, finally I had opened my eyes
I could feel the spiders scurry from their webs
And cockroaches who had thought me dead
Scuttled frantically from under my bones
I felt like a pile of sawdust waiting for the wind
To come along and sweep me into a hurricane
Back into the chaos from which I was born
All flesh and rubber bones, no face, no voice
But the wind that came was my own breath
And then giant footsteps began to thunder
Shaking the ground beneath my heavy sorrow
It was my own heartbeat stepping heavy
Shaking the stones above and around me
Until they cracked and then crumbled
Leaving me gasping at the sunrise in awe
As if it was the first light I’d ever seen
Reborn into the warmth of a new day
My old self left for dead upon yesterday’s alter
That is gorgeous – YAY!
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HASTY – Emerging
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“O me or my. Those eyes of blue make me sly and quiet. When I fall into them. I dream of a sea day and us. Near the sea without a care or place to be. Thank you kind and sweet friend for allowing me to be in those perfect and wonderful blue eyes.”
Hello my dear friend. A poem for those blue eyes, you have. Hello from Michigan.
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