Diagnosis

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Diagnosis

 

At the moment the sound married the air

God must have swept me up into Her bosom and covered me

In orange and yellow flecks of light

That shielded me from the piercing pain

That was sure to erupt in the enclaves of my soul

She knew I wasn’t ready; not in that moment

To process what was to be one of the many challenges of my life

So I let the light dance around me

Like the skirts of Haitian dancers in the afternoon breeze

Her words cam like a deep whispered spirit

That only I would know

Somewhere in between I was allowed

To be free from the magnitude of what was now my reality…

 

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

Khym’s Poems (17)

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My Hands 1
Let Me Cry 2
Special Friend 1
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Natural Blend 0
Culmination 0
Conception 0
Now 0
Out From the Flame 0
Yesterday's Child 0
Poetic Affair 0
I am Poetry 0
Random Thoughts of Love 0
Silent Questions 0
Indigo Light 0
Surrender 0