I see it in your eyes.
I see it in your soul.
I see a heart rocked by a rough rumble and a slight tremor and never fold.
Lonely nights alone, you showed me without showing.
I just want you to know I see it.
I see you reaching for the rope to pull yourself out but it shredded,
leaving strips of strings from a traumatic theme that is constantly recurring.
BUT.......
One thing for sure,
two things for certain,
time gives you hope or hopelessness, depending on what angle you are looking at.
I just hope you see that there is a next rope being prepared for you. One firmly built from metal, welded for your uprising reach and pull.
_Shawnavan Earle
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TALES OF A CONFUSED MIND
PoetryThis book has been years in the making. It contains a cluster of poems, not inane sequence or storytelling form but rather all falling under a similar theme. Some of poems are a bit personal to me but most of them are character based.I tend to imagi...
