Poems are still few and far between for me. Maybe you'll see why when you read it, but I was overcome with several images I had to wrap up in a story. As I write my new novel for NaNoWriMo, I have been writing about characters whose past has been a thorn in their side. Sometimes simple things such as thorns are deeper than we think. As years of neglect wear on, our past, if not dealt with, digs deeper into our souls. But the past can be a gateway. If we stare at it, nothing changes. But if we surrender to it, we also surrender to what is to come.
Photo by: Andy Heatwole
Across Lifeless Limbs
stepping out over long shadows
across lifeless limbs
breathless breathing
defending
as the past attacks
walking backward, fists tied
on dead-end winding roads
shards of reverie
have a hold, pin down
isolation in colliding waves
reaching deep
extracting dreams you will never see
visions of what we can only feel
fever high
in lows of life
if it hurts your life
it hurts your soul
keep searching for
bold rhythms that bind
eyes on bends of light never fold
no more fences keeping strangers in
put to dust isolation
seek and find wide-open arms
in ebbs of flows of empty rooms
unwrap the past
surrender to what’s to come
if it heals your soul
it saves your life
r.s.graybill
11.19.22
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