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Hanging by a String
Your heartfelt words and gestures alike are a far away cry from this turbulent flight
Non-stop and direct, indeed it is that
One emotional shake down after another, what an adventurous life
A small carry on… hmmm, I thought that it was, but as you surround me with glory growing larger that bag does
It becomes the suitcase of life, harboring issues of long ago and what now we see, are issues of present I tow
I’m dangling over a fierce sea of the past, emotionally exhausted, hanging by a string
I feel that I’m not worthy of the love you freely give,
Worthy someday, maybe, but how can you live?
With a heart that offers half of a whole, I have nothing to give worth longing for
A heart that slams the window when you try to climb in
I’m certainly dangling over a fierce sea of the past, hanging by a string, trying to face my woeful past
My heart and soul must be healthy inside… the secure rock of my strength is needed to guide
My strength is buried in stones, trapped beneath walls and barriers,
To love you, they must come down will you ever get inside?
My heart yearns to settle down, to trust and to love,
I just can’t let go and I hover above,
Ah yes, dangling over a fierce sea of the past, hanging by a string, I’m falling at last.
Couldn't agree more with other commentor, stunning.
I like what you've done here, the unclad, with an understated tone of angst in which you shift from ordinary objects to insights into your muse's heart.
Although, your poem seems deeply personal and expressive of your struggle with trust and heartbreak the poem avoids self-pity and egoism to extends itself, (yourself) to universal themes.
Your work gives us all vision, as we travel above the turbulent sea of love.
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot