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Let Go

It's said that 'home is where the heart Is

But-

Mine is stiff in my chest

You-

Say I bring you balance

Yet-

You keep me in a limbo.

You're never here.

Nor there.

Where are You?

 

We play tug-of-war

I-

Try to pull you back

But-

You've tied your end to a tree

With roots so deep,

My small hands can't compete.

Yet-

I hold too tight

 

I have rope burns on my hands

I-

Tend to the wounds

But-

My aloe leaves are running dry

And-

You never let up.

 

You're like a beach full of shells,

The thought of you is so pretty

But you make the bottoms of my feet

So bloody.

 

I tip-toe to the shallows

I hope

To be

Washed away when high tide comes.

Comments1

  • FredPeyer

    I do like your poem, Silk. Not only because it is well written, but also because it could have been written here in Hawaii. I grow Aloe Vera in my garden, and the beaches and tides are not far away. Don't want to be washed out though! 🙂



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