New Poem: Waking up

Waking Up

Centerfold child dipped in the ocean
to wake from the bad dreams
with a scent of old mourn
drowned in sorrow
on the bottom of the ice cold waters
catch a breath within the new waves
hitting the surface with a gentle touch
rides them
and let the wind easily caress the beauty of a freed mind
crushed and suffocated yet again
when the hand rocks from the grave
and touch the safe cradle
rocks hard, the rocks are hard
makes digestion of the past nearly impossible
stomach filled with smaller pieces
hard to bare, but bares with it
with the dream of light shoulders
with the dream of a safe haven
just needs to dip down
once more to sleep silent
and truly wake up

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7 Responses to New Poem: Waking up

  1. Beautifully poignant, MesAyah.

  2. agelesspoet says:

    Reblogged this on Ageless Thoughts "A goal without a deadline is a dream" and commented:
    The cold chill
    lets you know your alive still
    There were no Iceberg
    just fear of not breaking the surface

  3. servingbard says:

    Great read,and thank you for following my blog,I will sure follow yours.

  4. I love, ‘scent of old mourn’.

  5. incredible!! Could I please read this one?

    • MesAyah says:

      Thanks!! Yes you may, Even though it is not part of the 365 though. But i Might use it for the first one, or as promotion for the first one. Cause i really want to hear you read it

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