synapses | sonnet seventeen posted by imani , Wednesday, August 24, 2011 at 12:46 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

these days i could only write in
halted speech, poetry is nothing
more than an attempt to sanctify
distances that we have taken, steps

that took us to where we are now,
standing still, together, holding on to
pieces of ruins left by hurt
and the lack of understanding,

yet i tread the path with hope
and fortitude, longing somehow it
would be enough, that i would

be enough, with my happiness
filtered through your eyes, lonely and
hapless and ever so forgiving.