I can feel.
My heart beats and my brain works
Words of pain and blood from oaths
roll down my cheeks and leak from my lips.
I can feel.
The smell of the wind on my face
the taste of the breeze on my soul
to awake more senses
to reason some more.
Can I feel?
My heart beats but my brain doubts
Is the breeze there, is the pain there
Taste of words and wind of soul
The confusion that...
...killed...
...and...
...will do it...
...again...
May I feel?
Permission granted.
To your own risks and perils.
What did you think
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When all is lost it's impossible to feel. The days stretch out and you feel a slight tingle in the fingers-but still numb. You suddenly can tell day from night-no shapes just light from dark. Shallow breathes at last. Colors fade in...at last some bleak rain. Jesus, it's finally something! More days...shapes appear foggy faces...voices...almost breathing again. The body moves almost like you're alive...but you're not. It's some like of hazy dream... you're starting to hear a favorite song...the words are unclear. You can finally take a deep breath...it doesn't matter...don't care. You notice it's a little better. Then you cry...more breaths...more...not enough.
One day...don't know how long it's been the sun peeks through... you see other faces for what they are and they are smilin' at you...you're captured...more breaths. You finally mumble a few words-baby steps. They have no idea of who you are. The music begins and you begin to dance better than before.--c

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Very interesting poem you have written here. I could feel the emotion that was poured into it, yet left subtley between the lines.
Write on.
~*~SP~*~

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Very interesting write. There are some good phrases here that I liked
The smell of the wind on my face
The taste of the breeze on my soul
Nice words. A good job done


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You are an extraordinary girl!


YES!
This fine poem proves your poetic talent and I am grateful to be in touch with you today, dear one.
May I please post this excellent write onto Poetry Planet?
It's the poetry blog I run for a newspaper, The Reporter, in California.
Of course your name and copyright would go on the poem, and you would be guest poet of the day.
For reals.






