you ahold of
my hand
will soon
be feeling
someone else’s
you covering
my body
with embraces
will soon
attempt to keep
someone else
warm
and that is
when i go back
to silence, to poetry,
to sacredness and
to myself.
still | poem nineteen
posted by
imani
, Thursday, September 24, 2009 at 12:42 AM, in
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2 comments:
letting go na?
babe,
i wrote this poem 2 years ago. i was letting go of the pain, but continued to love the person.
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