Despite Even Me
We had our time but it has passed
One
Two
Three chances
Missed
This inversion nearly laid me out
Sucking down
Pressing
until there was no Oxygen
The most powerful of emotions
– Love
Under the covering of a silence so heavy
Unwilling
Chilling
Killing
my heart in the process
A brick wall
Laid steady stone upon stone
Unmovable yet ready to burst
Longing draped so thick and heavy
The weight of it is suffocating
The hope of ripping it down to see the light again is
Waiting
Anticipating
Lifting
Me to greater understanding
Of chances
Wary of second glances
Fancy wordy romances
This is my time to soar
Above the silence
Beyond the covering
of love’s strangled hope
Despite even me
One
Two
Three times gone
Too many to count
Too few to remember
Snap!
I take flight!
© Sandy Hibbard
The amazing image is from Take Flight/Charlize Theron, NYT
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