Margaret Okubo Poet Free verse

Trapped Between Two Worlds.

I stand high on a mountain top, a lowly being.......yet elevated  in spirit ... reaching 
out to a place beyond this world..
Vision impaired I am....yet I see all things otherwise concealed from the naked 
eye.
Hearing impaired...yet I hear the whispers of angels........bell-like and fragile
tinkling  on the wings of time.
Weakened joints are mine...yet I run and leap as my spirit  soars  to boundless 
heights.
Dry bitter taste in my mouth.....yet  I savor flavors on the tougue of  my 
soul.....Hyacinth..lavender... upon my breath.
Sad thoughts twist  my heart....yet boundless joy surrounds me....such comfort to 
my soul.
Though tears of regret blind me... tears of joy  fill  the  eyes that look beyond 
this earth.
Polluted air fill my lungs ...yet my senses reel from fragrances  sublime.
I touch the cold, jagged rocks of earth, sharp and unforgiving.....yet another place 
I touch....soft, tender , loving ....a place far away ........Eternity.
Sweet melodies and  hushed whispers I  hear,  but only with the ears of my soul
as I stand between Earth and Heaven......in the space between two worlds.
A spiritual being I  am, trapped in a physical mold.

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