Pivotal
Alone,
but not alone,
guided by an unseen hand.
Sure only in that stable grip
as I travel far across the land.
but not alone,
guided by an unseen hand.
Sure only in that stable grip
as I travel far across the land.
Led
to a new place,
wear a new face,
to stop and stand and watch and wait,
as I struggle to
rely,
release,
realize.
to a new place,
wear a new face,
to stop and stand and watch and wait,
as I struggle to
rely,
release,
realize.
Slower
than the dawn,
the night soon to be gone,
I search each face, I search each set
of eyes.
than the dawn,
the night soon to be gone,
I search each face, I search each set
of eyes.
Thread
by thread
I cut the rope
that binds me
to all I have held so tightly,
all I have held so firmly,
letting go of all security.
by thread
I cut the rope
that binds me
to all I have held so tightly,
all I have held so firmly,
letting go of all security.
Until,
at last,
I feel nothing
but the torture of this
hope.
at last,
I feel nothing
but the torture of this
hope.
(Apparently it's a good night for poetry, my bro sent me one earlier.)
1 comment:
Wow, that one gave me chills. I can totally identify with what it says. Very well written, Thora! You have a gift.
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