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