Learning To Fall

Oh mournful winter day
Tears wash our skin away
Darkness brings light underneath
Rain washes smiles off the grief
Clouds of sorrow, a looking glass
Awakening shadows of the past
Oh heavy eyes, how you see
Touching the deepest part of me
The weight of a dying world
A scarred and fallen world

Silence of the void
Strength of arm destroyed
All because you cry
Weary in your disguise
An open-heart caught away
Held back by delay
In a pause begins to weep
Blood not flowing is made to seep 
From my chest, a falling stone
Apart from me, it dwells alone
Aver deeper, ever falling
Deepest oceans crags are calling
Lowest depths, greatest heights
Far away on an endless flight
My head is tied above the ground
A greater love above is found

Oh wandering soul, where do you go?
Where does the wind carry you?
Drifting slow within the flow
Lost to find what is true

Held inside a body of earth
One day you will have new birth
One day not held back by lies
Free from a thinly veiled disguise
Tell me how to let you free
Open my eyes, let me see
Beauty lies beyond mere hands
As a desert is more than dying sand
Yet in this world is needed rain
Grow a heart to smell its pain
To each man, a broken part
Blooming in the presence of sincere hearts
Even a lily pulled from the ground
Will grow to beauty once earth is found

Ever dying, ever crying
A heart must bear its scars
Let to fly in the sky
This rock becomes a star

Mourning hearts turn to a drip
My mind departs with one last sip
God bless this heavy heart 
The sinking stone that pulled me apart
Thankful to the weary sky
Through his pain I’ve seen his eye
I won’t forget his tears
His heavy, healing tears
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Freeman Avatar
March 6, 2010 at 7:45 PM
Congratulations on your win with this awesome poem Christropher. Agape, Moses
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February 15, 2010 at 2:16 PM
Congratulations Christopher, on your success in the “Tending The Sprouts” contest sponsored by: Catie Lindsey. It's easy to see why you placed. Your poetic skills shine. Lovingly, Dane Ann
Coan Avatar
February 11, 2010 at 7:20 PM
Thanks a ton. And I know what you mean, sometimes the loneliest places on the earth are the ones that are the most alive. Been learning lots of lessons on that recently. Thanks to all of you for commenting, it really means a lot, especially to a blooming 17 year-old poet :)
Haick Avatar
February 10, 2010 at 5:56 PM
Ah, loneliness, Christopher. It's been tough for all of us one time or another. Great job! My congratulations on your 4th Place win in the "Sprouts" Contest! Peace, Audrey
Devonshire Avatar
February 10, 2010 at 1:01 PM
You speak of the loneliness that grips our hearts at times. Beautiful writing! Congratulations on your win in Catie's contest. Love, Carolyn
Brown Avatar
February 10, 2010 at 12:33 PM
Congratulations on your win in Catie's contest with this poem Chris. Love, Carol
Byrne Avatar
January 23, 2010 at 8:18 PM
Interesting and nicley written.
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