far below me lies
a river too deep to swim
it snakes all around me
and beckons me in
I reach for the branches
but, snapping, they fall too
and suddenly I realize
that I’m flying for you
the rapids, they squeeze me
and siphon my strength
the bitter chill of the water
testing my faith
somehow the branches
they keep me from death
and give me a chance at
a new kind of breath
Copyright L.M. 2007. (written in West Virginia on way to Florida.).
I guess I was overcome
so cold, so frigid
snapping crisply
I went to control my actions
and found it closed
so I walked
I found my step
along with cranberry thoughts
and I knew I was alone
for the good and the bad
I stomped out the march
of my walk
imagine my surprise
when my eyes grazed the snow
and the indents were fresh
but they weren’t mine
someone else had come
for my walk
oh how the mind reels!
alas I’m not so alone
this arrogance of mine
just wanted to sulk
in its singularity
on my walk
so I rounded a tree
traversed back behind
crossing new paths
with each little dance
to remain with my stance
and my unparalleled walk
Copyright L.M. 2007.
falling over myself in my dreams
reaching with my shoulders
and my arms can’t move
holding on to nothing strongly
patterning disgrace tile by tile
it’s alright, that’s the way I know
the shiver works its way down
sections snapping in protest
like the yelling in my head
I want to swing wildly
scream obscenities
run full-out crazy
buy me time, just buy me time
can I disappear for a while?
the waiting kills the cells
and the wound heals much quicker
after the fact, after the act
I’m wasting away here
twisting organs in confusion
there’s nothing to sustain me
until I know this torturous fact
.
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Copyright L.M. 2007.
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