day 51 – work in progress

In poetry on October 12, 2011 at 5:06 pm

standing alone in a sand storm

hair whipping, eyes barely making out shapes

and watering, grains in lashes

mixing with tears.

weeping wails engulfed in wind gusts

a small frame taking a beating one blow after another

gladly swaying with the directions.

something to move me!

a gasp in through my mouth

face pointed toward the covered sky,

i don’t understand where i am,

dull oranges of where sun used to be.

i feel a hand grab mine through the dust

and hear whispers of the truth beyond the wall,

“joy in the grit.”


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