Poetry and the like, by Amy Opal Marshall


Monday, 12 August 2013

6.26.13

You.
Spoken. Hidden. Hurt. Trying.
Perceptions, hope, eyes.
Time-constrained
Breathing, moving,
Soulbeat.

You.
You are outside of Me.
You are not Me.
But through the occurrence of
Communicating the opposite
Is discovered.
Pushing, pulling to move reality;
Striving to get
Needs met.
We the unseeing,
Unwilling
To accept the spoken invisible -
The sole healing... The soul healing.
"I can do it myself;
I have to and I will"-
Our voices lost in the wind,
                                 In the noise,
                                           In the void...
But we need not fear capsizing,
For already we are sunk.
And only the Breath who first breathed us alive
Can again fill our lungs and
Rebirth Us.

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