Resilience
Now I lay with everywhere around,
softly rains your lines, your curves, your sound
upon my dreams, day awakens from death and yet
clouds drift around my head, loosened from regret.
It is at moments after I have dreamed
whispers seep into my veins of love redeemed.
Secrets clutched in trembling hands, held tight to my chest
will my heart to beat of truths our silences confessed.
My father moved through dooms of love
and I being the younger one, stargazing from above
decided to be all things and more, an antidote
for his coolness practiced, listless eyes and bloat.
Now what were motionless move,
in dreams of day or night, new skies remove
these clouds of gray and rust astray beyond the sea
as still waters boldly rise in dance to break free.
Sometimes I am alive because with
these mentioned experiences and myths,
I am tender like a fawn, tougher than a beast
resilient from each love lost, each sunrise in the east.
*Bold lines are titles of EE Cummings' poems
Written 2/9/17 for The Poet's Pluck Contest
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