I have finally been able to get back into writing. It came flooding back, the way the words release pent up feelings. I love poetry, its flexible, there are no right answers. No person on the other end who tries to fix everything just a blank page that will listen closely to you as you breath your life into it.
So here it is. Rediscovering my creative side and giving my scientific brain a chance to rest.
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He had pilfered it years before.
Set it on fire then boxed it’s charred remains,
My reflection fading each night.
Returning shadowed with the light
Hydraulic tears that sting
Pain, jealousy, anger, self loathing,
This was love.
Then I met you.
The accidental prince in my unhappily ever after
An illusive creature stealing through the light
With a captivating presence
Beautifully kind and quietly confident.
I expectantly survey the site
Nauseated by this pitiless carousel
Your words draw life to my lungs
Your rhythmic breath
Your idioms, your smile. Your laugh
Forcing rusty keys into cobwebbed locks
Exposing rooms of dusty memories
Unboxing bubble wrapped packages of strength, love, aspirations, self-respect
Pure notions of love, of life
Gradually assembling my forgotten jigsaw
Humbly reigniting my dying embers
I willingly entrust you with the keys,
Until my strength returns upon its completion
My unsuspecting Samaritan.