Monday, 8 October 2012

Breaking


I’m not gracefully blossoming

Not softly mellowing

Nor transforming
Or improving

I’m breaking open
With loud cracking noises
Spilling blood and tears

Stripping away
Layers upon layers
Of masks and veneers

Through the dust and rubble
I recognise your face

We finally meet
In this imperfectly beautiful place





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3 comments:

  1. Old Egg9 October 2012 at 11:40

    Surely then you are butterfly emerging in your perfect state?

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  2. Anonymous9 October 2012 at 19:13

    Your rhyming is divine! And I should be that radically turned inside out had I the courage of a lion. Or a flying monkey : )

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  3. Belva Rae Staples10 October 2012 at 00:41

    Lovely!

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