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The Making of Maps
My journey is mapped
by the cracks of my breaking.
Forking chasms lie in the borderlands behind me.
Jagged lines race into roads before me.
A forest of fracturing channels
soaring across the days of my living,
spreading throughout the bodies of my being.
Electric flame-
This lightening
veins throughout me
illuminating the whole of my existence
with stark so-real flashes
where no-thing hides:
not illusions, not lies
no beginnings without endings
no tomorrow without possibilities.
Born of my history
they birth bridges to my future,
marking the pathways
between who I was,
who I am
and who I will become.
© 2014, H. Newberry
by the cracks of my breaking.
Forking chasms lie in the borderlands behind me.
Jagged lines race into roads before me.
A forest of fracturing channels
soaring across the days of my living,
spreading throughout the bodies of my being.
Electric flame-
This lightening
veins throughout me
illuminating the whole of my existence
with stark so-real flashes
where no-thing hides:
not illusions, not lies
no beginnings without endings
no tomorrow without possibilities.
Born of my history
they birth bridges to my future,
marking the pathways
between who I was,
who I am
and who I will become.
© 2014, H. Newberry
Published 18th Dec 2016
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18th Dec 2016 12:30pm
18th Dec 2016 3:15pm
You have created a very visual embodiment of the journey here. You acknowledge the damages, don't dwell on them, but build them into something new and beautiful. This is a truly beautiful piece. Thank you for sharing it. :)
Willow
Willow
19th Dec 2016 12:36pm
Thank you again, Miss Willow. Your encouragement adds value to the time I spend writing.
19th Dec 2016 5:34pm
This is a beautifully intricate poem combining both the physical existence and tangible experience of evolutionary development, be it physical, spiritual, or emotional. I've always been fascinated with our venous road-maps and how they, like maps, switch color for meaning and direction. We truly are organic roadways built upon living, and the imagery of this reflects it perfectly.
25th Dec 2016 2:01pm
Wow this is amazing. i love how you expressed yourself and the wording. You are a very talented writer. Write on Best wishes. Moog.
26th Dec 2016 11:13am
26th Dec 2016 11:22am
lines of demarkation; no journey without suffering.
you draw it convincingly...
you draw it convincingly...
