I run through the forest,
Thorns shredding my skin,
Hoping blood, sweat and pain
Can cleanse me within.
My breath becomes jagged,
Tears flow from my eyes;
I'm a scared primal beast,
Both savage and wise.
Embracing the death
Of the world I once knew;
Now the old truths are lies,
And the lies are now true.
Ruth Powers, copyright 2009
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Very powerful, Ruth!
ReplyDeleteI have some poems that I've written, in a similar vein, but I don't want to get them out to print them here, as they are painful for me to read
:-(
Thanks Dr. J.
ReplyDeleteI know exactly what you mean.
If you have time, read the poem, "Compromise", which I wrote a few days ago (first under "Poems" link). I cried when I felt it, when I wrote it, and reading it even now chokes me up.
Some poems come from a deep place.