But words are only air off the tongue and won't bring you back.
II Ssshhhhh. She cries in quiet pain
Hush, baby Why can't you see I'm dying?
Please, she prayed God closed his eyes...
Sshhhhhhh. Nothing left. All alone.
III Reborn, I stand on the brink of a life behind me and one beyond An outstretched hand fingers tender tendrils of gossamer strings braiding them, I build a rope. My bridges can burn, I'll be alright.
Ohh "my bridges can burn, but I'll be alright."!!! What a way to end the trio of wonderful poems! :) Thanks for sharing this! :)
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"Our mothers and fathers held us close to their hearts and they promised 'One bright and shining day my children, we will triumph in battle. One bright and shining day my children, we will give you back your wings.' " - PL: S&W
There's a delicate quality to the composition that I like. Particularly care for the first two pieces, which have a spare, minimalist quality I'm keen on. In fact there's something extremely fine about them.
