a new way

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the rains subside
resentment washes into the gutters
and the watchman unseen
cold under the street light
onside

the snows came
and chilled my blazing heart
burning my lungs
threatening to crush
leaving hard choices

much love, empathy and words 
shored up my hunger
three women in defiance
led me through the listening gate
and I emerge strengthened

for me it is now done
the shame of having lost myself
within a fog of dull, empty expectations

my truth revealed one more
l can forgive and leave its smell
upon those that did not see me
did not care to see

a gate unlatched by unwitting hands
he left me open and wanting
the sap rises
daily shedding a layer
until l could ache no longer
the watchman showed me the way

harvesting a cleansing flame
licking the shames and secrets
into the fire
leaving my sallow skin ashen and dry

my hopes, our failures
discarded without reference
no longer enabling or colluding, 
defiant l rise
to capture the moments that are only mine

Comments

  1. Eliza1:18 am, December 05, 2010

    Wow there is some very powerful emotion in this............ brilliant.

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  2. Leslie:1:32 am, December 05, 2010

    Good for you, Saz! Now if only I could feel the same for myself. Sending hugs...

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  3. Woman in a Window1:49 am, December 05, 2010

    A resurection, resurgence, reanimation. You sound strong. I believe it as truth, Saz. Good.

    xo
    erin

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  4. RNSANE2:34 am, December 05, 2010

    How strong and uplifting these emotions make me feel. Even today, years after I fled a most abusive marriage, I still feel the pain from those days. I am free but not really free yet. The scars are there. Incredible writing, Saz.

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  5. mycuriousteaparty7:05 am, December 05, 2010

    You are a phoenix...


    In midst of darkness
    there was unseen light
    eyes no longer blind
    hands no longer tied
    bowed head now lifted
    unfettered from shackles
    I rise
    I rise, damn it
    not with whimper but roar
    shoulders once slumped
    now broadly thrust back
    proudly carrying hope
    on one and determination
    on the other
    I rise
    I rise, damn it
    a choice I've made
    this pen
    my declaration to you
    it's true from the ashes
    the Phoenix did rise
    his flight I'll make mine.


    I don't know who wrote this.... It seemed appropritate

    Your poem is amazing...

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  6. Furtheron9:45 am, December 05, 2010

    Brilliant - tremendous emotion in that

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  7. Kitty11:47 am, December 05, 2010

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  8. Kitty11:48 am, December 05, 2010

    Oh Saz... that is beautiful.

    One day I'll be there with you... but... not yet. No, not even close, just, well, one day.

    I'm happy for you. :)

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  9. ADDY12:13 pm, December 05, 2010

    Powerful and beautiful words. Keep strong and ride the storm.

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  10. A Woman Of No Importance12:15 pm, December 05, 2010

    No longer enabling, colluding - My darling Sara, you have no blame in any of this.

    I adore and revel in your profound strength and warm poetic intellect.

    Applause. x

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  11. Between Me and You1:28 pm, December 05, 2010

    Stronger by the day - you`re heading back into the light - don`t turn around, keep going, you`re doing really,really well and celebrations to the three who are shoring you up through it all. Please,please tell us more about The Watchman!!??(sorry that`s just my incredible nosiness creeping in!lol)

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  12. aims4:54 pm, December 05, 2010

    You are a chrysalis.

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  13. Moannie10:17 pm, December 05, 2010

    My darling girl, I am so proud of you; for your strength and utter resilience. You are woman,we hear you roar.

    And the poem is bloody good too.

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  14. Suldog6:02 pm, December 06, 2010

    Capture your moments, darling! That's the right attitude!

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  15. Daryl8:48 pm, December 06, 2010

    "defiant I rise" .. says it all so well

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  16. lime2:23 pm, December 10, 2010

    yes! capture those moments. own them. suck the marrow from them.

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  17. Anonymous8:02 pm, December 14, 2010

    This sounds great, well done, you are winning xx

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Thanks for stopping by!

Take the weight of your feet, draw up a chair and pour yourself a cuppa. Leave your troubles at the door and together we shall ride out the storms.


Saz x

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