Elastic positivity stories

steveplimmer Language is my heaven.
Autoplay OFF   •   5 years ago
Quite a sweeping poem but I hope you like it.


by Steve Marsden

The porous language of a soothing, sitting oracle,

The contradiction of your drying lips that never sipped delight, The ghostly vapor of your sound health is no real or fake miracle, A miracle is a time you've never lived, a lamp you can't light

Searched, deeply and yet deeper

but the sweet tones are hollow, The focus, the pain, the shell of yourself doesn't feel in your hands, The never happened, the now, the unwritten tomorrow,

All built on the damp sands

of ev'rything in yourself you can't stand

You are flaccid but you must stiffen and regroup and make up

the ground you have lost to the beast that broke you inside and fooled you,

You slumbered as you weakened in mind and heart

so please now wake up the distant voice trying to be close echoes the thoughts that ruled you

But the breakthrough,

The station at which you rest,

The pill and potion, The salve and the balm:

Everything is elastic

(C) 2017

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