Paralised, by Faith
The artistry of the moment
in the fading tatters
of her breath.
trying to fill up
her delicate confusion
with something real,
but a storm is brewing
and her hands
are slashed open
She was abandoned,
left to lick her wounds,
left to heal the place
where her heart
used to beat.
Now she stands alone
as the rain falls,
mingling with the blood
of old scars,
until all her pain has been
And she can breathe deep
the free air
No second thoughts.
No backwards glances.
|Posted: 2009-10-09 07:26:45 UTC|
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|--In order to fully understand this poem you have to read "Paralysis". This poem is in the aftermath of it, sort of parallel to it, but they can both stand on their own as seperate poems and seperate thoughts.--
|Very powerful and expressive. Great descriptions and strong language, I announce myself inspired!
|2005-11-29 22:52:35|| ~~~~GLOSTARG~~~~
|Thank you for your coments on my poems . You have a very touching and special way of reaching the center with your poetry. very good work!
|2006-01-15 19:12:23||love nothing >>--
|Thank you for your comment && I love thys poem..its creative && inspiring..x33
|2006-02-22 19:33:27||lost the lonely dead
|its good, sad and all but i like the line about licking her wounds and the place her heart used to be
|2008-12-02 03:19:18|| ~~~~GLOSTARG~~~~
|all positive and foreward! what a great poem!I just wanted to say hello and thank you for commenting on one of my poems back in October 2008. Thank you Faith! I still love your name:) love ya Glo