Waking dreams trickle down my spine. I shiver in anticipation as the light grows around me. It makes no sense, my intellect can not grasp this slippery thing that slides away from my grasping mind.
My heart welcomes the onslaught, open, willing, filled to the brim, my cup overflows and I spill myself, soaking into the rich red earth. I water the seeds scattered so long ago. One by one, tiny green shoots break the ground around my feet, quickly spiralling upward toward the encompassing light.
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I am always curuious about the motivation of art. for me the poem spoke what I am feeling write now. For so long I did not have a creative outlet. I just went to work, pleaded with my supervisors to not demand more of me than was physically possible, but they would not relent and i had to leave.
For a year I feel like I had no purpose other than trying to make my family happy, but no matter what i did I felt like I let them down. Now I am looking inside of myself discovering all of the wonderful and intriguing part of myself to share with the world. Even though the world as i know is falling apart around me I can't help but feel grateful for finally finding myself.
Thank you your poem helped me to articulate all of those feelings.
I am really glad that my poem spoke to you (and am so glad that you are finding yourself).
Thanks very much for dropping by and leaving a comment. :-)
Another gem--you have a real gift for capturing an emotional response to your environment. And you can do it in such sort pieces--very deft. You write as though you've been honing your craft for a long time.
Thanks so much for your comment Oriana, very much appreciated.
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