Gary Scott Gebert
Floating To The Surface - Poem by Gary Scott Gebert
Within the words you speak,
softly whispering from behind your mask.
Soothing lost syllables calling me out,
from this ocean of hopelessness and guilt.
Within the words that you pen,
scripting my life one sentence at a time.
Telling my shadowy secrets to all we know,
uncovering the weakness we share.
Within the words of your poems,
each phrase dancing to an aria locked my head.
A melody, which reminds of old lies,
pretending it is for someone else.
Within the words sculpted by your hands,
for all to see, but not to understand.
White slender fingers shaping a day in the life,
when no other could see past this Herculean wall.
Within all these things you touch me,
from the inside out.
Telling me everything is better now,
giving me courage and strength.
As each painful day goes by,
I read your words; hear your voice.
Letting it penetrate this heavy armor,
allowing myself to float to the surface.
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