You are made of the stuff of the stars, my dear; Of the stuff of eternity. You are born of the ages
Category: Poetry
Transcendent
Once again A hundred yards into the ocean; How many times Have I found myself here? Found myself. That is, after all, what happens; Difficult, impossible, Then an eagle soaring, New-grown wings. As many times as I say otherwise I have not yet found My limits. This ocean, too, I will transcend; Either I will…
Executor
I pulled the plug. It may as well have been a trigger, Says my heart; I closed the book myself, And cannot mourn. Some loss is irrevocable; Powerless, you cannot stop The truck, the bullet, Turn back time. Denial, anger, bargaining, Railing at life and death, Waves of grief, up and down, Washing. But some…
Nightmare Skies
I have lived my worst nightmare more than once. It’s just as bad as it sounds, and not. Anticipation holds more fear; fear holds more pain, and pain more grief, than the nightmares themselves. Even nightmare skies hold stars.
Untouchable
My heart was shattered, Hammered into a hundred shards,Broken. Now it is cobbled together,Pieces held in placeBy the last shreds of my will, And I hold the world at arm’s length.Afraid that if anyone should get through,Should actually touch my heart,It would crumble all over again.
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