Poezie

not knowing

1 min lectură·16 martie 2010

Mediu

I’ve been here before

holding this salty taste of fear on my tongue

I endure two burning stones under my feet

making me walk like a drunk

each time people keep distance

avoiding my eyes

each time I do feel this deep need to

grab them / bind them / touch their minds

while waiting to be spoken for

then I’d break down my chains

and I’d run straight to that river

to prepare my watery wings

yes, I’ve been here before

embracing that fear of not knowing

if I could be spoken for

but each time I put one word on my tongue

and each time fear turned back to water

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Ela Solan. “not knowing.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/ela-solan/poezie/13933261/not-knowing

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