Lifted off the surface
And as we step off the earth
Perhaps we will meet as we once did
long ago
back when our hearts were full,
unafraid of falling.
When they were still light and believed
They could fly.
Back when we held the hand of trust,
When the lies, the lust and the hate were nothing but sins to us, up on the shelf; bottles of poison that we dared not touch.
Before our hearts were weighed with what our eyes carried
And they began cowering when she passed
Instead of holding her hand.
Before we had gotten drunk on the bottles of poison.
And became changed.
The feeling of throat-burning can always be recalled.
And though we are not the same,
we have lifted,
we are alighted
our hearts morphed into some
new, unknown, mysterious, misshapen
yet somehow
quite beautiful
new being.
And in this new born creature
a broken shard of hope still remains
So I'll meet you, in all I am, when I land.
Maybe you'll meet me too, in everything you are.
And maybe I can take your hand.
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»scatter-minded«
Poetrywe laugh, we cry. we love, we hate. we live, we breathe, we feel. life is said to be a roller-coaster ride, a puzzle, a journey, a story. and sometimes all that's needed is a little pause, to take a breath and contemplate all of its little matters...
