Sunday, March 10, 2013

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.

14 comments:

  1. Yeah...the albatrosses live on! An evocative piece, that covers a great deal of life's territory.
    Beautiful Lisa.

    ReplyDelete
  2. What was once a burden, can now be your wings.

    ReplyDelete
  3. Wow, this is a strong write that packs a punch. Sometimes to stop crucifying oneself is hard, but accomplished one feels so much lighter!

    ReplyDelete
  4. Excellent powerful words. The healing begins from within.

    ReplyDelete
  5. I really enjoyed the exploration of albatross' two meanings...some phrases are taken for granted, but get a fantastically poetic treatment as you've done here.

    ReplyDelete
  6. Yes I agree with Jack, what an imaginative concept, mining an albatross, fantastic.

    ReplyDelete
  7. I so appreciate everyone's comments on this post, you're the reason I keep writing and when I got home this evening and read all of your kind words, it made my day.

    ReplyDelete
  8. I really like this.
    Here is my offering: http://mcguffysreader.blogspot.com/2013/03/womens-day.html

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thank you. I absolutely love your poem.

      Delete
  9. Now this is freedom! Well done!

    ReplyDelete
  10. Albatross and that is all that is to be said

    ReplyDelete

I love to hear from you, please leave your comment below.