Tuesday, January 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. 

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
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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