Can you tell me what it’s like to stand through winds and rain?
Can you tell me why you hold your head so high?
Why have you never given in to the pain?
Why do you reach so far into this sky?
You’ve seen years upon years, does it matter not to see another?
You’ve felt sorrow that none could bear, surely you’re tired?
You’ve never felt the strong arm of a father or the caressing hand of a mother.
Why would you stand through it all and still reach so far into the sky?
You’ve lost everything in the dead embrace of winter
Can you tell me why you still fight to live?
Tell me what makes you hold this center?
Still you stay solid and brave as you reach into the sky… please, please tell me why?
You ask me why? I have weathered storms to watch this world
I’ve kept my head up to observe all that goes on in these lands I call mine
This pain has and always will be here, it has strengthened me as it unfurled
And you ask me why I reach into the sky?
I’ve seen births and miracles and I long to see more
Along with these births have come deaths, but this sorrow is bittersweet
I’ve heard the secret whisperings of ancient lovers of forgotten lore
Still you ask me why I reach so far into the sky?
I’ve lost nothing only let something go to have it reborn
I know the whispering breeze and the gentle touch of angels across me
For the ones that cry and grieve I am here to mourn
For the ones that call for comfort I reach far into the sky, a symbol of hope forever more.
I love....my poems are more a pitiful attempt at poetry
ReplyDeleteNonsense! I like your poems, they have they're own style. This thing was spur of the moment, not gonna lie. I think that tends to be better than planned out poetry myself.
ReplyDeleteWell yeah Sarah! Poetry is an insipration that slaps you when you're hanging from a cliff or doing someother vitaly important chore.
ReplyDeleteBecause the average person just loves hanging off cliffs :).
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