Here is an example of my writing in this prose poem...The
journey of when things go wrong in relationships…The emotional aftermath of
picking up the pieces and moving on…
Feel free to comment and share ideas if you feel any
emotional connection to this piece...Thanks for reading!
Am I Still Crawling?
The
beginning was
It
was daunting how she could read
my reflection,
in the still waters,
like
the book of the stormy seas of my mind
It is
said that “still waters run deep”
Is my
soul’s estuary a shallow and barren desert?
With
imperfections glaring?
Have
the depths of my soul
reached
for the lighted surface
only to
evaporate into thin air?
Wanting
to feel understood
is a
reflection of my heart
and yet
I feel the need
to harbor,
savor… selfishly
dark, undiscoverable
traits...
Am I,
one heart only lying to my mind?
As if I
was not whole?
Four
separated distinct parts…
These
hands adorn the quill of
the
head, the heart, body and soul...
Without
synchronicity,
am I
only an illusion of wholeness?
After
carefully considering
my
reflections in the mirror of her eyes,
a panic
fell like a dark fog
blocking
the vision into the book of my mind
Backed
up against the corner wall,
I felt
like running from my mind made cage,
ball
and chain in tow
in this
realization of the moment...
If… “Am
I ? ” ... is the question?
Four
separated, detached pieces is the answer…
I’ve
been fooling myself all the while
Walking
away
seemed better
than
running…
Crawling
away
on my
hands and knees
seemed
unfair.…
© 2012
Harlon Rivers
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