I believed that once my eyes could see
I would be released, be truly free
That no one could take the sky from me
Instead, I've plummeted into the sea
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My view distorted, alas
I float untethered and amass
Hopes and dreams discarded as trash
A sinking island built from my indelible past
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By the light of the silvery moon
Flowers wilt and crystals bloom
Every night dream shadows loom
Blanketing heart and mind with gloom
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Mired in uncertainty
I swim past the breakers of insanity
Conjuring moments of serenity
Erased, my past identity
K.B. Silver
I often find that shows, music, and even art I used to enjoy hold an entirely new meaning now that I remember more of my past. My husband and I started up the sci-fi show Firefly a few days ago, something we have watched through several times, but I can't get through the theme song without crying.
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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