I thrust out my hand,
Hold it over a flame.
You scoff,
As though it were a bad thing
To prefer fire
Over numbing ice.
I walk forward
Into an unknown,
Braving for once
To take a chance.
You smirk,
As though maturity meant
Being willing to stay
So unsatisfied.
I come to the shore,
Fling away my clothes,
And walk unhindered into the waving waves.
I delve into the water,
For once fully alive:
Light entwined with darkness,
Life a play thing with death.
You sit dry on the shore
And wonder at my wanting to be cleansed of your
Dirt.
You send daggers that do not reach.
You send fire and brimstone
That cannot contend with water.
You send curses and threats
As though I were not immune,
And simply uncaring,
Here,
In the shelter
And peace
And expanse
Of the sea.
I let myself free,
Out into the brilliant open.
You bring your thumb
Of fears and lines drawn in blood,
To smush and punish and kill,
Acting, again, as though I did not serve
Life.
Song and title: “Let’s Go Free,” by Moby.
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Superb bit of writing. The emotions run deep in all of your writing but lately I feel you have been really digging deeper in those emotions and finding words that just astound me.
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Thanks, Robert. 🙂 Yes, a wise person encouraged me to dig deeper and be more bold, and so that’s what I’m going after. It also helps to see good response I get (from myself and others) when I am more open.
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It really shows. I have felt like recently the more I stretch myself and the more challenging I am making the posts,the better the results and comments are. Keep it up!
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Thanks. You, too! Because, you are right. People really respond to us stretching ourselves.
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An incredible piece of writing! The rhythm was so soft and natural and just I love the strong emotive feel of this piece. Great work.
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Thank you for your kind words! I’m glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for stopping by. 🙂
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You’re very welcome. 🙂
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