knocking
on my own door
begging
to be
let in
*
promises
like white flowers
slipped into
my mouth
one at a time
until
I can no
longer
breathe
*
because
rising above
is just another form
of running away
I stay
August 4, 2013 by Rosemerry
knocking
on my own door
begging
to be
let in
*
promises
like white flowers
slipped into
my mouth
one at a time
until
I can no
longer
breathe
*
because
rising above
is just another form
of running away
I stay
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged acceptance, poem, poetry | 1 Comment
The title is so open-ended, but the three poems go so to the heart of the nature of relationships. The second reason, the beauty and terror of those promises.