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The Great, Indigo Invitation

Painfully alive
Under the joyous rush
Of white-topped waves

Reaching
Flailing
Clawing
Screaming

Prickling
Burning

These lungs
Are no longer meant
For fluid

Sunlight,
Daylight everywhere –
A blinding, unwelcome orb
Reflecting off the glistening cool

This is not so bad
One more breath
And I will be fine

One more breath
And it will end

Just one more,
Undisturbed breath –

Bursting
Releasing
Gasping
Spluttering –

The air swallows me whole

Foiled
Beached on a dry expanse
Sedately
Perched on the great, indigo
Invitation
From whence we came

My sinful lungs
Rejoice in a flurry of oxygen
The traitorous body
Reveling in its restoration

This is not so bad
One more breath
And I will be fine

The sun is not so glaring
When it descends
Into the great, indigo
Invitation
From whence I have come

One more breath
And it begins

One more breath
For I am reborn

One more breath –
And I can face the world

Author notes

~Spontaneous write~

Let's play spot the metaphor!  This poem can be taken at face value...  Or you could read more into it.
Written February 23rd, 2006

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  • pixelated nonsense
    March 2, 2006
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    "This poem can be taken at face value... Or you could read more into it."
    Kyla, life's not that bad. Come on! We're all going through a tough time this year - what with us graduating an all in a few short months. We're at that point in our lives where we decide who we are, we find ourselves and choose a career path to fit our interests and personalities. It's hard to go through this transition. We were fledglings up until now and we have to learn how to fly. We're forced to grow up in the blink of an eye (or so it seems). We've been given up to eighteen years to find out who we are and we have to put that knowlege into practice this June. We'll be leaving for University (hopefully) this Summer. Some of us will be going far from home and others will stay closer for a little while longer. As we take that "last breath" we worry about our future and try to forget the past.

    You'll be fine, Kyla.

    Kate


  • midnight dreamer.
    February 24, 2006
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    Great job!!!
    Love
    Girl