pain
you hang
there like a
hidden stain just underneath
the fragile layer of a
strained mind tormented by you so
help me God if i forget the
alchemical pacifier to keep you satisfied when will
you let me be at times i feel the
joy of any human soul and other times i muster
that stiff upper lip and paddle up the stream with my
own arms on a rice paper raft tied with uncertainty a compass
with no dial and as i look into the arms of setting stars
i drink a breath of victory and pound my chest in good measure but
when my feet sink through the mirage of fortitude of the tenuous craft i see
you flailing back at me and treasure found in my chest of peace engulfed by oppression
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This is amazing, fierce–my fave part is “the arms of setting stars”, though it’s all very good.
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Thank you for reading and visiting friend. It was my final offering for Napowrimo 2020 🙂 sending positivity 🧡
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Well done!
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I like the phrase ‘alchemical pacifier’, great description.
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Thank you friend xo
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I liked this one. These lines especially spoke to me, “paddle up the stream with my
own arms on a rice paper raft tied with uncertainty.”
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Thank you friend so glad you enjoyed hope all is well xo
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Almost an interesting shape poem here as well as some great imagery as always. Pacifier indeed.
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Thank you Jane. I remember writing it and feeling very anxious so I guess it helped the tone a bit. Hope all is well friend xoxo
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