Eighteen
In Twenty-first
Life for me begins backwards,
It begins where other’s end,
Habits in the space
Between never and again.
The skies race within our veins,
With raging hurricanes.
Our bodies become a part
Of space and time
More than a tapestry
Of rhyme
With meaning, alive
With rhythm and lines.
There’s more to life
Than what we see
Never fall into the abyss,
Inside the quiet terror
Of seizing to exist.
Finally let the clear mist
Of hope in
So it can consume our souls
For the future
Holds so much more.
"Never fall into the abyss". This sends chills down my spine, amazing work.
ReplyDeleteYour poem made me realize that we as human beings are part of something bigger that ourselves, we are not only living among other people or things, but we relate and became part with everything, growing and being the writers of our own paths.
ReplyDeleteWow! This poem made me want to go out and seize the day! I remember when you first introduced yourself you seemed really optimistic about life and this poem reflects that very much. Great job!
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