December 19, 2008
Forever wound up in today
My breath comes slowly, haughtily.
I thought about the intertwined world of beings.
Breathing, necessary.
In my angst I shed a tear,
For sorrow is all that I can spare
In this cruel world where I was brought
An age to decide, what’s mine, what’s not.
Tomorrow is so far away.
And yet, tomorrow is only a day away.
Life is reconciled.
It renews and goes away.
In my heart, thrashing and yearning…
I look in haste at this gentle storming.
A world of fire, attacking the justice.
What’s mine, what’s not?
And so I take up that staff that was left for me,
By the man who gave me everything.
The world will await me in the day to come.
To guide it to a place of sun.
And perhaps the pasture where I will rest,
Will always be close to the tomorrow at hand.

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ezsmilesannemarie said...
Jan. 24, 2009 at 10:17 pm
You wrote this really well. I think this is your strongest poem, at least from what I've read. It has your voice, it portrays your message effectively. It was beautiful. The roses signify something very deep and meaningful, I get what you mean. It so fits. Very nice job. :]
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