Strange Mixture.

[rewiiired]

Strange Mixture,
by Rewired,
06/26/03,
7:14 AM.

Have we grown numb and wasted
through our fighting?
Is death that force that's rolling in?
In the end, will we both fade away?
Is this child the true bridge between
you and I?

Or do we have distinction?
Have we ever, really?

You step into me like a phantom.
I choke you down like a bitter pill
as I continue to claw my way
deeper down within,
to the bottom.

I can feel you breaking through.
I can feel us crashing together
like ocean waves,
as we blend and swirl like
a hurricane.

I'm terrified. I'm excited
about all that is to come,
still clutching my torch of doubts
that has lit this crooked path
every step of the way, as I
went about taking this
process as it came.

I feel a strange mixture
of autumn and spring
in this Summer Ohio sun that
still hasn't shed a shaft of light
upon my Winter soul.

I struggle here in the knowledge
that we'll break down the last of
the barriers that separate us.

My mind reels in the thoughts of
severing this cord that binds us to this,
but as one we'll push out this
narrow tube and race
on out that
hole.

 

[Señora Frijol]

Everything for a reason.Being true to your reasons will make that crooked path straighter. You sound like you have a lot of mixed emotion over a pregnacy? Well if that's it, best of everything to you.

 

[plazma]

Such a poignant piece of poetry, I feel privelieged to have been able to read it. Thank you very much for posting it.

Cheers.

-plaz out-