poetry infused with art
I wait here
dangling on the edge
of this forever night
afraid to take a breath
less
you breathe your last
back and forth
I will the hands back
to when you were a child
with a song
always on your lips
look around
at anything but the present
circumstances
hold a butterfly
rather than
what can’t be changed
and your life
is it worth dangling
from a chain
no longer winding the clock
the beat of your heart
frozen on your lips
air that I’m afraid
to breathe
Author Luccia Gray
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I like the line, “And your life,is it worth dangling from a chain?” Would the people whom it’s meant for understand? I wonder!
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sadly few do when they are on the edge
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The opening lines fo the poem set the tone so very well.
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__The beat of your heart, that winding the clock, and the butterfly transforms; all keeping valued time… of valued life.
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So many small things that add up to so much – thanks Magyar
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I pray for everyone to find the balance before that final step…
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