I’ll share my mountains
please do, take a peak
Loftily we’ll observe
common and unique
Dyadic exchange
of singular purpose
I see what you say
Synesthetically wordless
Lost lamb herdless
tastes fear abject
her bitter soft bleating
the cold wind collects
Spirited to our summit
by breeze light of care
the weight of an anguish
too heavy to bear
Surrendered to air
all that beyond reach
We’ve much more to learn
before we can teach
Assuaging Divinity
priorly we preach
prayers from a foxhole
the unseen we beseech
Lead the lost ones home
back to refuge with love
How useless we are
perched so high above
Let's return to the valleys
from which we climbed
to forage more knowledge
Please be so inclined.
About the Creator
C.J. Jaye
Queer, neurodivergent poetess (occasional author of short fiction)...creating magical works from her home office (kitchen table) in upstate New York. Certified riding Instructor, horse and dog lover...Thriving despite mental illness.
We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic2 days ago in Fiction
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