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by Poet on the Piano Mar 16, 2019
How is it possible that I feel I've lost centuries,
breaths of freedom, planets I could have
helped evolve from ideas to passage.
Perhaps I never existed when
summer bled mercury red, exposing open wounds
refusing to seal them when cold winds choked
any hope I had of healing.
Was I simply dark matter, a dream never fulfilled,
gravity never explained, a break in reality?
Here I am at almost twenty four,
in a body I don't recognize
so different from willow limbs and serene skin.
You say I'm still young.
You say to look at everything ahead.
But, where does this sun now rise?
Where do I focus my sight?
In what direction should my lungs follow?
I am living with both feet caught in the earth
while my mind is lost at sea,
thoughts overlapping - gaps in my memory
that shouldn't be.
by Meena Krish
The title and the whole write took me along with you MA...like
walking/running along mountains where feelings go up and down.
Its like I'm there with you as you speak of your feelings and situation...
I liked this conversational piece...take care
by Ben Pickard