Possibility (Original poem)

Possibility (Original poem)

Posted on Friday, August 2nd, 2019 at 11:24 am and is filed under #poetry, Art of Dying, For the Love of Poetry, Poetry | 0


Like a flightless bird hanging on its feathers

In a feeble attempt to catch a drift in the wind,

I sit and wait for your return in a longing daydream.


Intoxicated by the constant wrenching sound of pain

A hopeless grip to anchor on for body’s sake

In a corporal fight to stake it all.


Patterns of remembrance begin to emerge

From the depths of the forgotten abyss

In a soul celebration so clear.


Waving reminders of surrender to the surface

That push the ego to wane for heart intentions

Opening the possibility of a summer bloom


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