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Karen Harrington Poem
THE THAW
The bear awakens from its long slumber.
Stretches and shakes it's head.
Ready to venture out in the brand new world.
New life ever so present.
Buds forming on the tree branches,
Fresh dew on the grass,
Morning sunlight breaking through the clouds,
The birds announcing the arrival of a brand new day.
Being awaken out of dreams.
Questioning, wondering what they mean.
Some with great detail, others very vague.
Remembering some for long moments,
Others quickly slipping away.
Once the day has begun,
A new awareness has sprung;
Whether it's the clenching of jaw,
Tingling of hands,
Tightness in chest
Or ache in belly,
Shortness of breath;
These things don't go unnoticed.
Sometimes it's the tears that form in the eyes,
The moistness discretely running off to the side.
Sometimes it's the hard swallow
As you attempt to keep everything inside.
But you are becoming ever so aware
Of these things;
The stirrings inside.
You are becoming alive
Like the bear that wakes.
(A bear can be scary.
Let it wake slowly,
Gently.
Go slow.
Be gentle w
Copyright © Karen Harrington | Year Posted 2014
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Karen Harrington Poem
Still calling to me
Getting my attention
Rubbing
Scratching
Wrenching them.
Blisters,
Dry skin,
Cracking,
Even bleeding.
Rubbing them raw.
Only stopping when the pain is too much,
Or when other eyes on me.
Clenching them in fists,
Driving me nuts.
Then a 360....
A gentle touch
That has my eyes instantly swell up,
My face becomes blotchy,
The blubbery mess I avoid.
I stop myself.
My eyes ever so blue,
Glassy appearance.
The hurt is there.
The fight for denial
Only brings more awareness.
I've seen it before.
I've said it before;
The eyes do not lie.
Still.
These damn hands of mine.
Begging me to let it go.
Cry.
Copyright © Karen Harrington | Year Posted 2014
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