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Kristen Van Clief Poem
There is a lone figure
standing atop a hill gazing all around.
The harsh wind is unforgiving
as it tears at her frail silhoutte.
Her face is worn and heavy,
her breathing labored,
as though she were struggling
in a sea of insecurity.
Her eyes sing of unknown sorrows
buried deep in her soul,
melodies of anguish,
of a long forgotten hope.
She lost this battle long before it ever began,
she no longer has the will to fight
as she is enclosed
in Failure's suffocating hands.
Tears stain her face as burning memories
continually haunt her vision,
voices churn in her head,
reaping seeds sown by a deep rooted deception.
Pulsating sounds,
voices that echo inside her head,
break her down
as they steal her breath...
There,
a lone figure
stands atop a hill,
weeping...
Copyright © Kristen Van Clief | Year Posted 2008
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Kristen Van Clief Poem
I never was able to see past this shadow that is my fantasy; instead I reveled in this blurred version of reality.
I'm held fast by the cutting chains of dependency, which have been forged by the vast void that gnaws at my heart endlessly.
It is from my knees that I scream for some mercy, I yearn for a solace that cannot be stolen from me.
My heart burns from the pain that ravages it relentlessly, the vicious wound inflicted by the jagged knife of insecurity.
My sunken eyes speak of scars etched deeply upon my heart; they silently sing the story of a frightened girl cowering in the dark.
Everything she was and everything she believed always seemed to be swallowed by the shadow of conformity.
She is lost amid the darkness and all that can be heard are her desperate pleas, her crying out for a savior, to lift this shroud of infirmity.
She's stumbling in the ashes of who she used to be, wandering in a field of countless faces trying to recover her identity.
This hollow person she's become, this shattered shell of her former beauty, searches endlessly for some ease, for someone to pierce the cloud of nameless conformity.
Copyright © Kristen Van Clief | Year Posted 2008
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Kristen Van Clief Poem
There is a shadow upon me as if my eyes are tightly closed. My heart grows
weak as it aquiesces to the cold.
In this world of dreams I haven't felt in so long, as my lungs begin to burn as if I'm
drowning in the ocean.
Lost in a sea of all that I've become, the frigid waters of Conformity have left me
llifeless and numb.
Gasping for breath, I scream for Release.
I seek for the shore which has so far eluded me.
These waters have stripped me, leaving me writhing in pain.
They have taken all I am,
My face,
My name...
Copyright © Kristen Van Clief | Year Posted 2008
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