Once Discovered

When everything had gone

I found I still had myself

the grand continent of me

still existed inside my skin.

I took freedom
in exchange
for possessions

I filled the space

with trees.

I quickly discovered other truths

the infinite possibilities of darkness

that sunlight glinting has its own rewards

and that things remain lost until they are found.

- Susannah Bec 2010

Linked to One Shot Wednesday at One Stop Poetry

Writers Block

The words still refuse to come.

Sitting stout and rigid they wait

gloating, their flexibility forsaken

poetry put to bed and forgotten.

Do words get old? stiff and arthritic

afraid to move for fear of falling

and fracturing the fragile bones

that once allowed them to dance.


- Susannah Bec 2010