Aleksandra Szymanska


Faithful, Fearless… - Poem by Aleksandra Szymanska

I stepped down to the underworld, wading through a humid smoke…
I chased cold wafts of the wind, all the words they broadly spoke.
And I chose to walk in darkness - I'd been cursed to get no light.
Barefoot, stripped of everything, I just walked towards the night…

In the underworld I searched for an old love's sweet beginning,
all its clues withdrawn by force and its warmth full of meaning…
And I carried in my arms broken pebbles of the past
which had bound two hearts and minds in hope they'd ever last…

I had talked to cold, mute magma, sleeping by the earthly core,
in return I'd heard an echo of my own steps, nothing more…
Accidently, when I stumbled, I leaned against a rock's cold face
and my fingers begun to read the whole story of the place…

Tracing incised, ancient signs, I had learned love's not a myth,
its dimensions were far more than a height, length, and width…
So I dived into the depth of the wise, mysterious gaze
which I'd feel underneath my skin as it'd spin around for years…

Topic(s) of this poem: religious


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 25, 2015


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