Drawing a breath
To fill my lungs
Climbing to death
Upon slippery rungs
Wanting to find
What’s in between
All the space and time
Of the moments we’ve seen
When I touched your face
As you were holding me near
I swear I could trace
I knew I could hear
Your climb to me
And how I needed you so
Truly plain to see
I couldn’t let you go
But I had to learn
To climb higher all alone
I felt the burn
I tried to make it on my own
This ladder is so tall
New rungs added each year
I’m afraid to fall
And that is my fear
It feels like it’s too late
I’m stuck on this rung
Our time was great
But it’s ending has begun
I want to find out
What’s in between
These rungs and the clouds
All the moments we’ve seen
Maybe I’m…
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Your words kept me hanging to the next. I’ll say… beautifully done.
Thank you!
Ow, this is so nice
Thank you, Celestine.
marvelous poem, I loved the lines:
Wanting to find
What’s in between
All the space and time
Of the moments we’ve seen
Thank you very much!
Thought provoking piece, thejerseygal! I enjoy a challenging piece. Thanks so much for reading my blog! Cheers!
Thanks!
You are welcome!
Thank you!