Gently Walking
beads of perspiration mark trails down my temples
paths of the journey of necessity, vigilance
arms stretch outward to maintain balance
delicate steps along the precipice of doubt
pain
once more muscles constrict and release the rhythm
of a task that moves me ever forward
mental anguish and withered cravings scream
threats of rebellion and unwillingness
fear
while gentle wisps of liberated mist rise from the earth
once bound to soil and stone now free, rising
swirling forms of supportive hands caress my frame
lifting forever a small piece of life's weighty matter
relief
i stroll on
You call this word play, Kim? There is no play in these words. I call this pure poetry, in the most exquisite form. Here's what touched me most:
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Because this is how it is... we feel anguished, we don't want to move on, the task is arduous, the means are demanding. But something happens and all of a sudden, we feel liberated, and ready to move on.
I loved this, Kim!
Nevine
Nevine - interestingly, your fav line and mine are the same. that line made me keep this one. we are not alone...
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