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Susanna Newsome Jan 2021
Suspended

In this moment

Floating

The world slows around me

Like being trapped

In just a breath


My eyes close

Dawn breaks in my mind

The world is so new

You are familiar to me


My heart tugs gently

This soft love

Light oranges

Soft pinks

Delicate streaks of purple


This is so pure

I want to exist in this moment

For the rest of my times

To love you

Like I am suspended

Forever
Susanna Newsome Jan 2021
When an infinite woman loves a finite man.
Her love has no restriction, no beginning, no end
it can fill any space
it has no limits.
But an infinite woman cannot expand a finite man,
for he has limits
he has borders and walls.
He cannot comprehend the infinite depth of her love,
her love is bigger than the limits of his mind.
An infinite woman's love is selfless
since it is limitless she can give it all away
and yet still have all left to give.
But a finite man has only what he has been given.
He is selfish with his love,
he does not realize that he can give all his love to an infinite woman
because she will just fill him back up.
For her love is infinite, but his mind is finite.
Susanna Newsome Jan 2021
I speak to you in velvet blue
Words so soft and sad and true

But I remember, most our days
Had deep and open color displays

Days of yellow bold bright
Days of laughter's sweet delight

Days of orange when we were warm
My heart held whole, my chest not torn

Even gray and black and red
When we were hurt by words we said

Those deep and vibrant colors past
I wish we could have made them last

The blue I speak is cold but true
This is my last goodbye to you
Susanna Newsome Jan 2021
I think my most pure expression of love
is food.
Food is a way to fully satisfy an entire sense.
Cooking, buying food or just grabbing food for someone
To me is like saying
"Here, let me help keep you alive."
Food is a language
and to me
a Love Language.
If I don't know what to say or do
I can always feed you.
This is why
I think I was an Italian Grandma in a past life.
Susanna Newsome Jan 2021
The roar of each rap of my heart in my ears

I can hear nothing else

The wind whips my hair and distracts my eyes

The solid earth below me rocks like a boat on rough seas

Shaky shallow breaths catch in my throat

Toes on the edge of what looks like eternity

Why did I walk to the edge?

The ground not even a foot behind me lay even and safe

I know every inch of the world behind me

So why did I walk to the edge?

Why did I poise myself on the brink of this abyss veiled in darkness?

My weak knees shake as I contemplate the vast unknown in front of me

I wait stoically expecting the millions of questions I have asked a million times to invade my mind

I wait for these questions to crash through my brain and drag me back to the safety at my back

But instead

Silence

The view in front of me is beautiful

The possibilities of what lay ahead are breathtaking

My whole body becomes still

And with one smooth deep breath


I step

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