certain books stay hidden –
those in which loss and love
exist without conclusion
and at times I may crack them –
draw new maps to old places,
new creatures of known constellations,
and let the moon out into the room
once more, to rest on shoulders
that can bear the additional gravity
a tolerable price to pay
for the pen to be able to say
“I survive! I survive! I survive!”
© Sarah Whiteley
This is wonderful. Thank you.
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Yes Sarah! The words never sleep…..we change and read them with new eyes….overcomers all of us ! x
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There are some striking images in these lines, Sarah, and a carefully unfolding thought.
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