
You are the piece of earth that gave birth to me
Composed of sinew and tissue
The womb I grew from
Mother ground
And now that you are gone
I feel you all around me
In the breath of wind you surround me
But also deep inside the hollowed places
Carved out by mixed up desires
And frustrated longings
I sense so much that is unknowable
A glimpse of yearning for being
That appears almost ephemeral
As fleeting as a feather on the breeze
I feel myself blown this way and that
By winds that blow
And storms that rage
Until my very being becomes the storm
That raged with a yearning for a life
It could not quite find the way to
And as I flow with this
I weep again these tears
That speak of so much more that words could ever say
And as I cry I feel my lostness
As a great unwielding energy
Beating like a trapped bird inside my chest
Then as I bend to touch the ground
I feel my wings unfurl
Not knowing yet
In which direction to take flight
Love this. I seem to be in perpetual “not knowing which direction to fly” mode.
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Aww thats interestimg to hear..i just discovered this poem first draft written on the back of some old paperwork and added to it. Glad to hear it struck a chord.
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It’s funny how you find things like that. I remember finding on the back of an old envelope done words my partner had written years ago.
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Gosh that must have really provoked some grief. Hugs ❤ ❤
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