A ton of Mills.

A ton of Mills.

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt
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I thought

that I had found

myself and lost myself

but I didn't know myself

until I met you.

I never knew

that I could be true

when the rest of the world

held hidden agendas

but I have never been more true

than when I am confiding in you.

Sordid life decisions flew from me

the type that ought to be kept

in a locked safebox in a closet

they lacked judgement and shame

when they met your ears because

you always understood me.

There are many stories of adventure

of chaos and wild doings that

would make the meek blush

leaving scars and tattoos upon the weary

that is what we have grown to be

the bringer of the rock life

never turning back since we found our place.

I thank you for throwing your hands up for me

taking the sting out of the past

healing things that were not your fault

and letting the air and sun reach me,

and knowing how much I needed them to.

The glint in your eyes scheme

and the courage in your bones inspire the sages

when the story your soul is telling is heard by the masses

I am proud that I can say I am part of the life

that most would not be strong enough to live.

You shake up the moon, and egg the sun on

taking baby steps to world domination

that you think are trivial but the depth to them

is not for the faint of heart.

The wind blew our souls together

thank god they did

because I would not be nearly as good

without you.

 

© 2012 Sarah McKeever Hitt


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the whole poem is wonderful. the last two lines sum up what happens in the best of relationships. this is beautiful writing. amazing style and use of language. very cool.

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Sarah McKeever Hitt

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