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finishing me.
by Emily G MyersI touch my arms,
now my own security
as they were yours
along with my lips,
my eyes, my heart.
mine?
no, not even mine to give.
& today I have to reclaim myself,
to gather my parts,
to become whole
when I didn't even know
anything was missing.
& now my brow,
my own & yours,
(a space for me)
is recovered & freely given.
my dearest wish:
to become complete,
to give you an intact woman
instead of this broken thing.
& when I find my heart
you'll be the first to know. 06/11/2008 Author's Note: whenever I think I'm done growing, I meet someone who pushes me to grow more. it hurts like those foot cramps I always get, but it's necessary and, in this instance, it came with a lot of beauty.
Posted on 06/12/2008
Copyright © 2024 Emily G Myers
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 06/12/08 at 02:56 PM Nicely done lady. I still see some of that existential loneliness creeping. It's kind of like the ebb and flow of the tides. They're here and gone and we still search for something to make us complete. And just when we think we have it this bit of reality sneaks in and doubt gets in the way again. |
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