Ema Kenyon Poet ABC

6 March, 2015

Long ago, in the winter of the dead,
I am quoth as saying, or have said:

"There is no hope 
for the people who
knot the rope 
and hang it too."

But if you ask me now, 
real nice and kind, 
I'll take a bow
and say I've changed my mind. 

For I have climbed that chair
and held the noose; 
chose instead to cut my hair
and let the tears loose. 

And now I stand,
with quivering heart;
hand in hand
with fear of depart.  

New eyes in place,
new structure of mind,
smile on my face,
no quarrels with time.

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Matthew Harris June 4, 2017 at 1:58 PM life stressors can induce a noose cents to remain within the incessant gravity against pushing back against the invisible tidal waves that oft time seem indomitable, and which undertow saps the emotional strength to overcome the analogy of feeling being pulled down deep between the devil and the dark blue sea. Ema Kenyon June 4, 2017 at 9:06 PM are you okay?