Jan 15, 2013

Standing Still

I found this poem I had written in 2004, which seems a lifetime ago.  Revised just a bit, here it is. 


Standing.
Still - 
I cannot move,
cannot grow, 
cannot change,
even after what I know.
No today because of
yesterday's scars.
No tomorrow,
cannot see that
far.
Standing ahead,
you turn to smile
at me.
Reaching for you,
stumble clumsily.
Falling, grasping
for something
to hold onto.

 @donetta sifford 7-24-2004

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