kathywithak
10/13/04, 07:14 PM
as i struggle in this salty sea,
i hold my hopes above my head,
so they don't become immersed in regret.
i float and float in this putrid ocean,
treading water as hard as i can
so the waves don't overtake me,
all the while, lifting up my dreams,
praying they don't fall.
if only the shore would come,
sudden and silent,
a place to rest this weary head.
the iced rosiness of afternoon eventually succumbs to the frigid violet evening,
a numbness divides and conquers the lukewarm optimism left in my heart.
but this time there's not a moment to regret the bitter battle,
a storm cloud lifts from nowhere,
and pours sweet raindrops down on me.
my damp hair stands on end as i see a bolt part from its cloud.
it strikes that weakly beating muscle
that rests within the bony cage within my chest.
but instead of causing damage,
the electricity shocks my heart,
a spark of hope lights up this sullen cavity.
and
i can see the shore now.
bright, green, sandy.
dragging myself up towards the meadow beyond the beach,
i can smell complacent satisfaction,
and wildflowers.
and i know just what to do:
i'll lie down in this patch of grass
and sleep in it till morning comes,
fresh and brash,
and hope the dew will cover me with its curtain of purity
to hide me from the days to come.
don't be too harsh, i took several mini things i'd written over the past week and combined them...i'd be grateful for any comment...good...bad...random..
i hold my hopes above my head,
so they don't become immersed in regret.
i float and float in this putrid ocean,
treading water as hard as i can
so the waves don't overtake me,
all the while, lifting up my dreams,
praying they don't fall.
if only the shore would come,
sudden and silent,
a place to rest this weary head.
the iced rosiness of afternoon eventually succumbs to the frigid violet evening,
a numbness divides and conquers the lukewarm optimism left in my heart.
but this time there's not a moment to regret the bitter battle,
a storm cloud lifts from nowhere,
and pours sweet raindrops down on me.
my damp hair stands on end as i see a bolt part from its cloud.
it strikes that weakly beating muscle
that rests within the bony cage within my chest.
but instead of causing damage,
the electricity shocks my heart,
a spark of hope lights up this sullen cavity.
and
i can see the shore now.
bright, green, sandy.
dragging myself up towards the meadow beyond the beach,
i can smell complacent satisfaction,
and wildflowers.
and i know just what to do:
i'll lie down in this patch of grass
and sleep in it till morning comes,
fresh and brash,
and hope the dew will cover me with its curtain of purity
to hide me from the days to come.
don't be too harsh, i took several mini things i'd written over the past week and combined them...i'd be grateful for any comment...good...bad...random..