to all be what it may ,or even was i shall return, what ever form.... gladly through this change,i fear not knowing alittle about me.how sudden i reflect i detect. short thread,held by the love,tighter i grip.. be that i felt ,be that i thought, am i what,persons not yet born. softely step,sight given a blur. beliefs faulter not now. climbing i suddenly fell. waves of life the air so full. breeze through my soul.hold the thread ,tender... fuck did i let go............. all for nothing, how can this be. not being human ,feelings flee. falling i came to hold the light soul dances for fires passion maybe pain. but warmth ,becoming rays. air filled skin........... head shudders,held so right.. left hand holds my pen. love got its say,a temple government of this woman. thankyou so i had to write this its sort of a poem sort of a list of motions . a life after the fall. be stronge be yourself. be true be you............
You're leaning forward into existential fires! Don't get burned! And inevitable comes the question- if I do not know who I am, or who I was or who I will be, will those who love me know it's really me?
oh yes they know its me from all my words and ways my life is all i have so i step with all i give. to face the self is one path ,but to avoid then burn we shall... love n peace from saff thank you for reading my poems i love some of your replys so open almost asking for another poem....
Saff, I love to be the reader and I love to be the critic. Poetry is a wonderful form of writing. I'll keep reading. You keep writing. And the world, even in its greyest garb, will seem to dance!
