Sarah N. Williams Poems

Let me breathe deep
your wanton aire
filling my lungs
with the soft, supple, sweetness
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Had they even bothered
to unearth even the slightest
of my deepest fears...
they might have known...
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Goddess-chill my soul,
be still and bring your breath
of wonderous icy-dying dew.
Blanket my aching bones
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Labored breath;
gasping,
grasping,
clinging to life’s thread
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I'm not me right now, don't know who I am

could be that I'm feeling like life is a sham.
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Today...is July 28.

Today is the day where I allow myself the hallowed indignity
of being a broken woman...and I cling to it.
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I am…
I am…

Tiny seed
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No...
it's not with words they speak...
not that you can hear.
Their summer sun-beam message
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Shattered dreams,
shards of glass
thin as paper leaves
scattered on the winds of change.
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You say to look within your book
and seek my answers there.
You say if truth lies not with him
it isn't anywhere.
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