Saturday, August 6, 2011

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Underneath the surface,
something scratches its way out.
Walking in a way that reaches,
beyond my logic,
soaking in the foam of past memories.

No, this is something new,
something alien,
reaching,
grabbing me,
taking me under,
into,
myself.

A journey,
a new voice,
an expression of Self,
that leaves me defenseless.

I am solitude,
I am silence,
I am only an experience.

2 comments:

  1. Nice poem,,.
    beautiful poem,,
    I can understand a little how you feel.
    thank you

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  2. Thank you for the lovely comment. I do enjoy when my words can connect to another. Many blessings

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