BirthA Poem by cassandra violetre-write of "What We Haven't Done"Birth I had listened to the wolves cry to the dim light of the moon more then I had listened to the birds
sing as their music sent me dancing in my
dreams. I had watched the sun set more often then I had seen it rise restlessly raining red, painting the sky. I once saw
the world as dead; I watched it die more often then I had looked at a sky and felt
alive. I had never seen a bird fly, but I had watched autumn leaves fall down halls of wind, disappearing into tunnels of dim light. My heart had yet to beat with passion, but I felt detachment from the Earth, like my feet didn’t belong on the dirt. I was a part of a herd, a cow licking
blades of grass in balding pastures as I saw
horses glide out in the open while I cowardly
crouched and hid beneath the fences of that field. I set sail from the shores of nature, fleeing to the island of darkness, but then Earth cast a storm, sinking my
ship, causing me to retreat back to her floor. I struggled to place my feet upon the
sand; Learning to appreciate each breath I
took. My soul then told me- “Embrace the grace of the grass, play with the petals that have settled
into the soil for they toiled against storms to glimmer
with natures light, flickering from each
beat of its pulse. It won’t always be here for you to hold
dear, So cling to the flame of the exquisite
without shame.” I drew the curtains from my heart. Time was ticking quickly, The trees were fleeing right before me. I wanted to hold onto the world forever And never forget the tints that glinted Like the sun against pale snow in a
soothing glow. © 2010 cassandra violetFeatured Review
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Added on December 13, 2010Last Updated on December 13, 2010 Authorcassandra violetboston, MAAboutI hate this part. This is the part where I try to tell you who I am, what I've been and what I want with every single last milimeter of blood dancing in my veins to become- the person who my heart bea.. more..Writing
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