Four Years.

by Poet on the Piano   May 25, 2019


Summer serenades
me with her softness,
a tenderness undisputed.
No longer an enemy,
I bare my secrets to her
for I know she listens.

Sleeveless shoulders meet
imperfections, indented skin
refuses to stay smooth

but I'm okay, for now.

Humidity seeps into cracks;
I've never known how to
swallow time so it wouldn't tear
the gallows above my throat.

Some say I'm still blooming
that I've emerged from fresh soil
that I've come so far
for now...

I'm okay for now.

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  • 6 months ago

    by (Linda) Leavers

    Relatable. PTSD vibes.

    But not in a negative way. I believe they call this progress and great self awareness. Seeing the imperfections around you, the way things were/are flipped upside down but not on fire...and standing amidst it. A little shy, but standing.

    Congratulations on making it to the other side. Missed your writing.

  • 6 months ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    I like this, how you make reference to haunted summers, now gone, presumably 4 of them. It speaks of the fragility of peace and how fear and memories are really the worst of it. Your refrain works well too in showing the fragile nature of your peace. X