The Embrace Of Time

My imagination and I

we have understanding.

Yet mystified we are I

and it got reprimanding.

Hit across the face real

things take away dreams.

Leave they do a freshly

piercing familiar sting.

I need my brain active

with hope kept now alive

by that which could be

to roll gently into my eyes.

When I’m suffocating or

grasping onto the ledge,

of something I know not,

I remember soft images.

I think back to embrace

that which once was then.

When I was a child when

it was blissful to pretend.

I was a superman and my

muscles of sculpted might.

Now life has brought time

and taught me of kryptonite.

It is hard now that I know

of pain that dwells outside.

What I would make with

my mind strives to survive.

4 Comments Add yours

  1. kristianw84 says:

    “I was a superman and my
    muscles of sculpted might.
    Now life has brought time
    and taught me of kryptonite.”

    I love those lines! I mean the whole poem is amazing, (as always,) but those lines especially strike me.

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    1. Thank you for that. It was a sobering experience writing it.

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      1. kristianw84 says:

        You’re welcome. I’m sure it was. Not sure if it’s my empathy, your wonderful ability to inflict emotions on your readers, because it’s obvious you write from your soul, or a combination of both, but I always feel your energy in what you write. It’s one of the reasons why I keep coming back & why your blog is in my top favorites.

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        1. Your opinion matters to me. As do all who might make their way over here to read what I write. It is constructive and very appreciated. It brings me comfort that you enjoy it. Thank you Kristian.

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