Sinner Poem by Maya Hanson

Sinner



No, it’s not
time yet
time yet
I’m standing
in the corner
of a cloud

Waiting in the shadows,
and I’m so tired

It’s time to raise my eyes
from the broken ground,
throw my voice
out to the valley

It’s time to be a sinner,
raise a storm,
fight the fire
that is me from the inside out

Pick up the pieces,
toss them to the side
just tiny reminders of the broken wings
that I spent countless hours repairing
and now I throw them to the wind,
give up my
control

It’s time to raise my eyes
from the broken ground,
throw my voice
out to the valley

It’s time to be a sinner,
raise a storm,
fight the fire
that is me from the inside out

And I do get noticed,
noticed as the wind through the trees,
noticed as the man behind the curtain
while eyes are pinned to the real show

Quiet?
You wish I was
quiet
as I leap off the cliff’s edge
The shadows are for you now
and my dust flies in your face
and I’m soaring toward a tomorrow
that I built
all
myself

It’s time to raise my eyes
from the broken ground,
throw my voice
out to the valley

It’s time to be a sinner,
raise a storm,
fight the fire
that is me from the inside out

Saturday, July 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: change,courage,self discovery
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