Friday, July 27, 2012

Albatross


Albatross
By
Lisa A.Williams


What lies beneath

deserves stone unturned-

Suffocating in thick-skinned

denial.

 Mining hurt-

 Albatrosses

from my own quarry-



  So tender

from their

 weighty bruising, I unwrap

the old, left behind things,

feel their hard edges, no longer afraid

of bleeding,

 no longer looking for a savior,

                                                            I can stop crucifying myself.

2 comments:

  1. This is beautiful. Look forward to reading more of your work, Lisa.

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  2. Wow, powerful stuff. I really enjoyed reading this, thanks!

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