Life Part 1
I'll be there
up where the corners meet
where the heads of giants
seem to crack the painted sky.
I'll reach
and what I grasp won't fumble or spill or break
and nothing will be any longer
too big for my hands.
I will float across the earth
in great soft steps and no one will ever make me go
where I do not choose.
Life Part 2
The weight was more
bearable than I thought;
I thought by now
I'd be crushed
by every new grief
dragging my soul behind
like a baby's blanket;
I thought by now
I'd be in pieces
in piles of broken
ifs and shoulda-beens.
This is a great poem from a prisoner. An art in the shape of words that describes his life. Good job Writersblock!
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