Sunday, November 23, 2008
From the highest rooftop, take a breath
Feel the deep space in your chest
Scream to the city, to the world, then to the sky
And know that everyone hears your cry
A shrug of the shoulders, they go on their way
Nothing to do, even less to say
As the breath leaves your lungs, you go back down below
The echoes of your voice heard by you alone
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3 comments:
I like it.... it's simple. I'm a big fan of simplicity most of time.
feels like that a lot, yeah?
I really like the feeling of just letting go the poem has. Judgments be damned!
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