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Martha Tan Poem
The fountains mingled.
Undetermined;
Truly unexplained.
Like a showered disturbance
Felt within its comforting warmth...
Brought by dangerous curiosity
and delivered by realization
Undeniable truth was formed
from those puzzled patterns
Unsafe to know for it
so better kept unseen.
Clueless distraction
Bloomed from an answerable one
Reminisced nothing…
But fruitful moments.
Hindrances never interrupted
because outstretched arms helped it,
and one stood in opened eyes.
Calmness had begun.
Then silence reached..
Purely imagination.
Copyright © Martha Tan | Year Posted 2015
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Martha Tan Poem
I was in the dark,
as dark as the night...
full of trials on the way.
Should I protest?
What can I do?
I was isolated and helpless.
But I had to shout;
then I cried aloud..
still, they couldn't hear me out.
The deep silence ensued.
I couldn't reach them,
so I had to follow the footsteps.
I saw a sobbing child -
waiting for his chance.
He asked for my hand.
I presented it freely.
I crawled beneath the dim,
sensing the right route.
I had to dive into its cruelties,
and moved all the way.
I met difficulties
but I thought of reposition...
I tried to wake up
from the dark road I've travelled.
Copyright © Martha Tan | Year Posted 2015
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