Mending 'Broken Thought'
Sometimes I think,
as if I can figure things out.
Sometimes I write,
like I know what I'm writing about.
Sometimes I feel,
as if feeling could change the world.
Sometimes I speak,
having something "important" to say.
But sometimes...
I breathe deeply, remembering what it feels like to inhale.
I sing at the top of my lungs in the middle of a crowd, as if I were all alone.
I dance, confident with my bosom and my hips,
not seductive, just free.
And I recline into another's lap, one like a mother.
She is warm and wet, and I suppose this is like a womb.
So I feel safe.
That's when I know what believing is about.
as if I can figure things out.
Sometimes I write,
like I know what I'm writing about.
Sometimes I feel,
as if feeling could change the world.
Sometimes I speak,
having something "important" to say.
But sometimes...
I breathe deeply, remembering what it feels like to inhale.
I sing at the top of my lungs in the middle of a crowd, as if I were all alone.
I dance, confident with my bosom and my hips,
not seductive, just free.
And I recline into another's lap, one like a mother.
She is warm and wet, and I suppose this is like a womb.
So I feel safe.
That's when I know what believing is about.
3 Comments:
At 4:18 PM,
Steph said…
amelia, i've noticed that people with spam comments also have google news or google.com on their links. maybe if you get rid of it, it'll go away.
and now for a comment. is this a song you wrote? kendra told me that you're an excellent singer, piano player, etc. it should be a song if it's not, in my opinion.
that is all.
At 10:31 AM,
Anonymous said…
Sister, you are amazing. I have loved reading your entries and your poems are incredible...I am honored to know you dear. Hugs and so much love to you.
love,
karo
At 6:30 PM,
Kendra said…
and you think I know something about poetry? I think it sings and dances in your very bones.
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