Sarah

a character

 

Sunburn scratch, sets you free

dead cells of a life once lived,

falling of particles at a time

dust to dust

you were mine.

 

I take for granted,

most everything I know

the comings, goings

the sun and the fresh look of snow,

I take it in and forget again

 

You’re pretty as can be

Spring, fall – I vacillate

I get high and I go down

medication isn’t enough

in any prescription strength

of you gets me every time

summer, winter

the hot and cold faucets of me

you wind down

I reveal my insecurity

And you always embrace

with full, thin arms,

tight and so fragile

I don’t want to break you

Not the way they broke me

 

I’m going back again,

the circle has come full

and it could change everything;

or it may all remain the same

 

I can’t tell which way

 

 

Author's Note

anything is welcome

Reviews

[Brjden (Bridge-Den) Cre..]

"I get high and I go down
medication isn't enough
in any prescription strength
of you gets me every time
summer, winter
the hot and cold faucets of me"

I'd love to understand fully, your interpretation of this piece, though I'd like to believe it's just about your love for the seasons, something's telling me it isn't. Anyway, very poetic with great words and expression.
Good pen.

[LJW]

Perfect as is.

[Ed Hart]

I would touch your heart and say, "look, see, this is you."