*
.
it’s a matter of
finally finding myself
alone
in the night hanging from a
window sill gazing at a padded sky
.
finding beauty in the dark grayness
of thinking i shall call you
once more
of finding his hair everywhere
in the sink in my bed in my socks
.
.
of a picture of the hands of the other one
a poem engraved deeply down
.
of the air moved away by his presence
while he danced around me
.
.
of feeling the hands of that one encircling me
as he laid me bare and attacked me
of being centered again
of being the center of your attention
of being entered by so many emotions
.
of having forgotten the pain one left me with
of having forgotten him
of having only scars and no more wounds
.
of being silent still and thrilled
.
of hearing no more sounds
in the night just that perfect quietness
of realizing none of you matters
.
and all of you do
.
This is absolutely one of my favorites out of all your poems. It speaks to me like none other. It moves me and stirs the deepest parts of my emotions. Ummmmm.
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Really? Good to hear, when I posted it I had my doubts the trail wouldn’t be clear enough to readers but to me… if it does speak and stirs, then it stays as it is!
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a truly beautiful poem. honest, vulnerable, accepting, peaceful. i love it.
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Thank you Beth, you got it, that’s exactly it! Glad we are tuned in, LOL…
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