Wondering
Wondering
On my knees, my heart releases
The weight holding under every beat
Like a man grasping for breath
In an ocean miles from land,
His ship
Sunk.
On my knees, my heart releases
The shout It held within every beat
Like a child Waiting to scream
at ghosts and beasts
Hiding under every dark corner, unturned.
On my knees I lift my eyes and see
Trees green again,
trees, green, again.
I made it.
Through this wintered disease
That was a plague on my heart,
That was a weight and a scream
That was all the monsters I thrust
Behind boxed memories closeted.
I made it.
And I shout.
I made it.
And I shout!
I MADE IT.
And on my knees,
I finally weep the weeping
Held back for so long.
I made it.
Fullbeard Lit 
14 Responses to “Wondering”
Those last three lines— killer. The relief it is to “weep the weeping.” Beautifully penned.
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Thank you. This was catharsis. I see my kids for the first time since before COVID began tomorrow. I needed the release
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So beautifully written and emotional.
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Thank you Lucy. Lots of emotion in this one.
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This poem is very powerful. I was moved by it.
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Thank you Liz! 🙏🙏
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Wow! Emotions wonderfully expressed. Brilliantly written, Stephen.
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Thank you Eugi. 🙏🙏
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You’re welcome!
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🤗
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My goodness. What a year it’s been for everyone.
I could so feel this. I hope you are well!
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Reblogged this on The Drama-Free Club.
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This is a lovely piece.
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Thank you.
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