Can I Be Beautiful Still
It’s 5:00am
My life, and what’s to come, and what’s over
Expands towards me and recedes
I hear voices in the water,
Bending, twisting, arguing,
Quiet, cutting conversations
Debating my form, throwing rocks
Pebbles, layering me with mud
Algae, with jeans, with orders,
Shirts, videos, machines, receipts, recipes
I’m heavy with edits and plans
Burdened soles of feet on slippery rocks
So many piles and mountains of things
It gets tricky to see the horizon
And to hold myself, to touch me
To cradle and to embrace me
But I ask to love still, to feel the wind
To keep seeing clear with blue eyes
Sometimes that’s all I can do
Content with what I carry,
And wading, for a moment, into warmth
3/10/2018
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
