Finding Treasures
Posted by Cracks Let The Light Come In , Monday, November 22, 2010 3:43 PM
I was going through some of my documents from last year, and found my poems from OTP. I decided to share them here.
Twisting, twirling, swinging and whirling
There is nothing left for you to take.
Words devour more completely than sickness
Negativity crawls in through my flesh.
Locked eyes
Inward you gaze
Enough of this pain.
I cry with the setting sun, cast in eternal darkness.
Shadows loom, trees lurk
The sun turns its face away.
Treading thin lines,
Tightrope walking,
Drowning in the very air I breathe.
But, with one swift song, you sing again.
With words, shaky still, you speak.
Walls tumble, glass shatters, vulnerable we are;
Lights bleeding, refuge seeking, back into truth we fall.
I breathe with the rising sun, cascades of immeasurable beauty.
Forgiveness is found,
Light emerges
Twisting, twirling, swinging and whirling.
More later.
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