I swam in your river,
inhaled your waters,
followed your currents.
ebb and flow
flow and ebb
I dreamed of a day when
our rivers would
meet in a great rush of
rapture,
divine torrents,
belated
ecstasy.
warm and cold
cold and warm
Then, the snow
melted and I was caught
in a deluge of illusion
by your confusion,
drowning in a tide
of rejection,
gasping,
clinging,
until finally,
acceptance.
Floating,
free
free
I saw the shore,
then my feet
touched the sand.
dripping
dripping
dripping
joy and sorrow
sorrow
and
joy
and
joy
and
joy.
and
joy
and
joy
and
joy.
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2 comments:
This sounds like some kind of struggle within yourself. Perhaps I am wrong, but that is the feeling I get from the poem.
Plato said, "Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history."
Your blog is an emotional history book of your life since 2006. Truly inspirational.
Thank you for your poetry. I stumbled here yesterday while bored and found myself lost in your world. I spent the entire day reading every word. It feels as though I've walked beside you, feeling your sorrow and joy. Your writing has lifted me up and for that I am ever grateful. - Thomas
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