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I Can't Take My Hand Away
I can't take my hand from my chest
For I fear my heart will fly away
if not pressed
I need the heat
I need the heavy pressure
Of these hands holding tight
So those wings don't take flight
I can't peel these fingers from my skin
For fear my skin might fall away, reveal what's within
I need the surface
I need it all behind the curtain
Can't let those doors be opened
So this soul doesn't worsen
I can’t move these feet from these legs
For fear shiny tentacles might regrow in their place
I need to feel grounded to this land
I need this solid place, this terra firma
Stretching before my eyes
So you see the expanse from which I shall re-rise
I can’t move these tears from my face
For I fear the salty sea they’ll become
if whisked away
I need the cool wet streaks to stain my cheeks
I need tidepools of past mistakes
Waiting to be unleashed
So those tears can then become released
I can’t move these thoughts from my mind
For fear of destroying what’s buried deep inside
I need them to remain
I need them flounder among the others
Fighting to be first in line
Clawing to the top of the pile
I can’t move.
I just can’t move.
Instead I’ll watch the star chart my course
And the sun reveal the time
When I can step forward, step off
So I can move.
For I fear my heart will fly away
if not pressed
I need the heat
I need the heavy pressure
Of these hands holding tight
So those wings don't take flight
I can't peel these fingers from my skin
For fear my skin might fall away, reveal what's within
I need the surface
I need it all behind the curtain
Can't let those doors be opened
So this soul doesn't worsen
I can’t move these feet from these legs
For fear shiny tentacles might regrow in their place
I need to feel grounded to this land
I need this solid place, this terra firma
Stretching before my eyes
So you see the expanse from which I shall re-rise
I can’t move these tears from my face
For I fear the salty sea they’ll become
if whisked away
I need the cool wet streaks to stain my cheeks
I need tidepools of past mistakes
Waiting to be unleashed
So those tears can then become released
I can’t move these thoughts from my mind
For fear of destroying what’s buried deep inside
I need them to remain
I need them flounder among the others
Fighting to be first in line
Clawing to the top of the pile
I can’t move.
I just can’t move.
Instead I’ll watch the star chart my course
And the sun reveal the time
When I can step forward, step off
So I can move.
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