Tuesday 2 February 2010

Something Broken

There is something broken, something fundamental to life itself. I can not see it, but I heard it shatter long ago and sometimes when a cold wind is blowing in from the past, I hear that painful echo riding on the breeze.

It stings and buzzes, hitting the walls in a locked room, somewhere dark, somewhere hidden.

I followed the river, floating downstream and dismounted on a distant shore. I found myself running, running, I looked down at the strong legs carrying me and they were not mine.

Fragments, shards of a story are all I have.

8 comments:

Isha Ethera said...

Love this

Susannah said...

Thank you Isha. :-)

Ed T. said...

The something broken is lost innocence. That thing where things come easy in your youth but then you get older and.. I don't know. Anyways, I like your poem.

Susannah said...

Hi Ed - Mmmm, lost innocence? I like your viewpoint.

Thanks for reading and leaving a comment, much appreciated. :-)

Isha Ethera said...

left you an award Love!

http://intotheparadox.blogspot.com/2010/02/sunshine-time-p.html

Susannah said...

Thanks very much Isha! :-)

Alice said...

Much as I hate to be repetitive :-) I loved this too. Spoke to me. Somewhere... lost?

Susannah said...

Thank you Alice :-)

Perhaps, if we speak of our own truths they resonate with something that we all can understand or recognise on some level?

Thanks for visiting.

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