Sunday, August 29, 2010

Hope

Nothing I tried that was familiar satisfied me. So I turned to words and they did. Again, I'm no poet but I submitted something so there!!

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This need, like air and sun,
and sustenance
entwined within my roots

A dream, my dream.
it colors the eyes
and skin
and words

It feeds guilt
and joy
and action
unsatisfied

It’s so big in this tiny place of me
drowning out indulgence
distracting me from the tale I know

Can you sense it?
Ally, break free with me

1 comment:

  1. You won this week! Poet or not I think this is genuine and beautiful.

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