Sarah Pesta


Sarah Pesta Poems

1. Life Of Doors 2/13/2008
2. Past, Present, And Future 11/19/2009
3. Climbing To The Top 11/17/2009
4. Rustling Leaves 11/17/2009
5. Never Say I Can'T 5/8/2010
6. Hidden Reflection 2/26/2009
7. Face Of The Tiger 1/28/2010
8. Pain In Honesty 7/3/2008
9. Feelings Of A Heart 8/14/2008
10. Petals Of A Rose 2/1/2008
11. Hall Of Mirrors 4/2/2008
12. Four Directions 5/8/2008
13. A Lantern In The Sky 1/17/2008
14. Winter Forest 1/18/2008
15. Silent Truth 1/18/2008
16. Hands Of Time 11/21/2009
17. Growth Of A Rose 12/7/2008
18. My Gold Award 5/8/2010
19. Shooting The Stars 5/8/2010
20. Hide And Seek 5/8/2010
21. Thoughts Wide Open 5/8/2010
22. A Voice And A Picture 5/8/2010
23. What Happened To Happily Ever After? 5/8/2010
24. The Stroke Of Midnight 9/23/2010
25. Under The Mask 10/18/2010
26. Restless Night 10/18/2010
27. Don'T Fight The Wind 2/12/2012
28. Fear In The Shadows 2/12/2012
29. Minutes In Heaven 5/8/2010
30. My Heart And Eyes 5/8/2010
31. Shining Crown 5/8/2010
32. Trickles Of A Fountain 6/11/2009
33. Invisible Image 6/11/2009
34. Vortex In Time 12/7/2008
35. Ripples In A River 12/7/2008
36. Adrenaline Of The Heart 1/3/2009
37. Walking On Mirrors 1/25/2009
38. Prism Of Winter 2/26/2009
39. Time Of Silence 2/26/2009
40. A Heart's Ink 11/17/2009
Best Poem of Sarah Pesta

Life Of Doors

I don't remember having a dream
Where making choices could wake me up

My shaking hand slowly reaches out to the silver knob
The other is clutching my horrified heart

I can't tell what's on the other side of the door
But I am willing to keep going on

The door slowly opens and I can see a light
An empty forest with the sun glowing on a golden harp

A beautiful harp such as this glows in a warm light
I walk up to it and seen its pure form

Though I never played a harp before
Strumming the highest string sounded like a harmony

Something ...

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Deep Within

When I look deep inside
Everything behind me is there
I can only see it in light
Where everything becomes so clear

I reach to touch the pure glass
Shards and fragments fall
Starting from hundreds
To thousands and millions

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