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Epic
Life can be the most epic form of suicide,
a marathon of racing,
of living,
of dying,
fighting through the days, hours, minutes
laid before our feet
in a gauntlet of blood and fire.
We can race to the mountain's crest
panting, flying,
fighting the odds
in an effort to be
everything
we are.
Raking through rejection,
clambering against self-loathing,
clawing past the pain
of false starts and failures,
we can fling ourselves upwards,
launching with the fuel
of will, of mind, of flesh and bone
to reach the crest,
and in our moment,
to stand
atop the world-
if only for a second-
before we shatter
and become one
with the sun.
© - 2016, H. Newberry
a marathon of racing,
of living,
of dying,
fighting through the days, hours, minutes
laid before our feet
in a gauntlet of blood and fire.
We can race to the mountain's crest
panting, flying,
fighting the odds
in an effort to be
everything
we are.
Raking through rejection,
clambering against self-loathing,
clawing past the pain
of false starts and failures,
we can fling ourselves upwards,
launching with the fuel
of will, of mind, of flesh and bone
to reach the crest,
and in our moment,
to stand
atop the world-
if only for a second-
before we shatter
and become one
with the sun.
© - 2016, H. Newberry
Published 26th Dec 2016
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26th Dec 2016 12:41pm
your poem reports a journey,
as it makes us each something greater,
before the universe absorbs us...
as it makes us each something greater,
before the universe absorbs us...
26th Dec 2016 2:54pm
You pretty much described our life's as we must
live it in the words within the lines of this excellent
piece of poetical offering, climaxing it perfectly with
the last three lines.
live it in the words within the lines of this excellent
piece of poetical offering, climaxing it perfectly with
the last three lines.
26th Dec 2016 8:14pm
a self imposed pressurized existence..
chasing dreams only return back to the tapestry
back to stardust!!
your vibe here puts the soul at ease.
chasing dreams only return back to the tapestry
back to stardust!!
your vibe here puts the soul at ease.
2nd Jan 2017 1:22pm
Such a great poem ^^
"to stand
atop the world-
if only for a second-
before we shatter
and become one
with the sun."
I would fight all my life just to be able to stand on top of the world for just one second :-)
Awesomeness
"to stand
atop the world-
if only for a second-
before we shatter
and become one
with the sun."
I would fight all my life just to be able to stand on top of the world for just one second :-)
Awesomeness
