Flying above me.

Flying above me.

A Poem by Rachel DeHart

Suddenly, out of nowhere, I am side swiped.

The sadness is abruptly not as evident as it

was just moments ago. the idea of hope has

budded in my mind’s eye. I can see myself

surviving this. When did this happen? Because

I know I still love you, dear god do I love you..

but... I am adjusting to your absence. Does this

mean I love you less....? I don’t think so. No it

does not. I still love you, but my heart can only

ache and break for so long, before my instinct

kicks in and SCREAMS at me. Yells and thrashes

making my brain start working again. I can

get through this. I know that, and I know

that life is too long for this dead feeling to

live with me for much longer. I am moving

on. Because truthfully, you seem to have no

problem getting on with your life.. so I guess

I have to ask myself, why am I drowning...

when you are flying high above the sea?

 

© 2008 Rachel DeHart


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Interesting! Considering the review I just wrote on your other piece, this feels like the next step on. It's also the reverse of a poem I love with the lines "I'm drowning, not waving"

Good writing, I actually like the way it's all together...thought process and work through. Lovely :)

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is simply amazing.
Not to be confused with the wording itself being simple.
It couldn't be with all the emotion innertwined.
The strength of the feelings
definatly effect the strength of the words.
It takes a true writer to be able to make the connection between them.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love this! It is the voice of someone strong enough to make it through the heartbreak of life. I like how you are "side swiped" by hope...I was expecting the opposite. Really great stuff. I will be back for more!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Rachel DeHart
Rachel DeHart

Falls Church, VA



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