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Oct 2015
i wanted to be calm, reborn
like still waters
of a sleepy country pond
before the dawn
even as an eagle, reaching
scratches the surface
suspicious of the life he sees
in his own reflection

i clung to the warm covers
not to sleep
but because dread, watered
by life
disturbing what had been planted
so deep
my blood, pushed and pulled
by futility
rearranging the space, where
it was lodged
as i could only hope to isolate myself
next to chosen memory

allow me to walk this earth
in the new
awakening each time i face
sorrows of old
to declare the future i desire
for myself
to comfort those who believe
in me
without expectation of reward
only the blessing
that strong i walk, no matter
the currents i cross
powerful in belief and resolve
to know purpose
and to calm the waters that ripple
of reflections of itself
Mark Lecuona
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Mark Lecuona
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