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.
Yeah...the albatrosses live on! An evocative piece, that covers a great deal of life's territory.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Lisa.
Thank you, Panchali!
DeleteWhat was once a burden, can now be your wings.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant! :-)
ReplyDeleteWow, this is a strong write that packs a punch. Sometimes to stop crucifying oneself is hard, but accomplished one feels so much lighter!
ReplyDeleteExcellent powerful words. The healing begins from within.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteYes I agree with Jack, what an imaginative concept, mining an albatross, fantastic.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteI really like this.
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Thank you. I absolutely love your poem.
DeleteNow this is freedom! Well done!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kim.
DeleteAlbatross and that is all that is to be said
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