I am an emotion.
I surface each night
and feel the pain of yesterday.
I writhe. It is a power that
I give life. It does not soothe
me. Cast an iron shelf on
my shoulder to carry dirt,
soot from a day of anguish
that I wish to combine
with self disgust. I am
proud of my pain. I wear it
like a badge that is forged
from spilled blood. Broken
bones and scars.
Copyright 01-03-2009 ©® Sarah Sisson
This is very emotional for me because I have different emotions that I can't get out and the reason why I am this emotional is because I have just lost my auntie Michaela and I wish that she was right here with me but she isn't I really miss her so much and it's not just me that misses her it is my mum as well
Sarah, A poetic out burst of the pent up whole, But the body's business betrays the goal. and the goal is bliss. CP
very well written..very emotional i really feel the sadness in your piece... 'cause have that feelings too.... ...wonderful share...10+++
nice emotional write. when pain overwhelms, you have poignantly expressed what happens M, amta
sad poem................ melanocholic poem.... Good write....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very well expressed and filled with emotion