It's Their Faces I see:
And when I'm spiralled on the ground
Looking up with hands that will never touch the clouds
Back cracking to the sound
Of your playlist swallowing the room
It is their faces I see when I look up and come to
It is one then two
Then three and four,
It's all of their smiling faces that extend a hand
And drag me to the door out of the little room in my mind
It is their faces I see when I feel like I'm running out of time
When I feel like I won't get up from that spiral floor
It's their faces I see that make me want to live
Because I adore each and every face
With its story to tell.
And their open fingers to me, their bent knees ready to carry.
I can only hope they see my face as I see theirs.
So this is for them.
The people who stood around my heaving body on that floor
When I couldn't quite get up anymore
And waited and waited until I was pulled to my feet
Guided by their generosity.
It's their faces I see,
When I think of friends that became family.
Thank you.
~J.K.M.
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2. A Definitive (Poetry)
PoetryNot just poetry for humanity. Poetry for me too. An array of poetry displayed in raw light. "For what it's worth, even words can explain the complications in ones head if you find the time to discover the right sentences." ~J.K.M.
