rebirth....

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slipped from the grasp like slippery, shimmery sand
washed into eternal sea like  waves flowing back from land
salty like a single drop of tear
memories bare, of love and fear
parched heart like dry leaf rustles on
 tattered feelings, refusing to be gone
hands are  like lead, heavy and  unflinching
to brush off the pain clinging
like it has claws..pinching..
drawing tears
no blood, only tears
Fumbling, then finding  strength
like the phoenix bird,  rejoice - the rebirth

Comments

  1. VincyApril 17, 2017 at 7:06 AM

    nice poem rekha. As usual.

    How do you string up words together and come up with these stuff?

    somewhere, somehow I relate to this.

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  2. soulsearchingdaysApril 17, 2017 at 9:48 PM

    Thanks a lot Vincy..." somewhere, somehow I relate to this'... I really liked this line
    take care

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  3. lanJune 2, 2017 at 9:47 PM

    beautiful!

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    1. soulsearchingdaysJune 4, 2017 at 9:55 PM

      A BIG thank you to you lan.. really it motivates me a lot...

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