The Ribbon I Wear In My HairA Poem by icelandicblue
The world has swallowed me whole
and I cannot find a torch nor feel the light that once saturated my childhood. What is courage when there is nothing to lose? This journey through the badlands has rubbed the downy softness from hope's feather while the nub of it rests between my ribs. I am riddled with life, a burdensome load that shifts precipitously. I must adjust my footing with care. Decisions, like minefields, can have cataclysmic consequences. Yet, during moments of crisp air and laughter a luminosity appears behind the darkness. This halo beckons and reminds me that the real gift is the ribbon wound around it all that I choose to wear in my hair. © 2013 icelandicblueFeatured Review
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16 Reviews Added on March 19, 2013 Last Updated on March 19, 2013 AuthoricelandicblueBostonAboutI do not accept any new friend requests unless we have read and commented on each others poetry. No exceptions. I have enough homework as it is. I expect reciprocity in our exchanges. Read my work and.. more..Writing
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