This numbness wails against the silence of my lips, my mind haunts the existence of my abyss...................
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Wednesday, 7th July 2021
As the thunder roars in such tumultuous pain, the sun singes the rim of every cloud until the whole sky is cloaked in a brightened sadness, a softening grey. And the world will sit in shallow wine while the teardrops of the encroaching night play in ripples across the sun's sleeping face, waiting for the moon blank and ghostly behind the starless sky. It is new tonight but hidden from sight, it bows in heavenly patience.
I am good. I am loved.
I know I'm turning ugly
A turpentine tree trunk
Twisted as the shadows
Lengthen and silhouettes
Soften, someone show me
How to make anything but
A fist— I bruise, I burn, I
Hold on to everything
That wants to let me go
I am growing stunted with
The skillet slant of the sun
Playing hide-and-seek
I have lost or I am losing
And the ink in my veins
Falls in splotches insensible
In this eternal, internal rain
I have a mouth made for
Despair, I have learned to
Chew the air before my
Weary lungs can swallow
Sara Teasdale, from 'Two Songs for Solitude; The Crystal Gazer' published in 'American Poetry, 1922: A Miscellany'
I am caught on the wind adrift
bound by a grieving sky
still within a restless storm
buried beneath its striking fire
Will this day ever end
for fear of waking again;
a new rise, a new day
forever a lifetime away
Even in shadow
does nature thrive
a silent spectre
full of bristling sighs
with a glimmer
the light then shows
the blooming tree preserved
alive in its shadow
Cherry blossoms float;
Flurries of delicate snow
in the heart of spring
Historian, writer, and poet | proofreader and tarot card lover | Virgo and INTJ | dyspraxic and hypermobile | You'll find my poetry and other creative outlets stored here. Read my Substack newsletter Hidden Within These Walls. Copyright © 2016 Ruth Karan.
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