Working on it by Dawn M WilliamsCan you feel
The coppery/metallic taste
Bubbling into your mouth;
The tingling as if your skin
Is not your own?
No, not yet.
It is not your death, it is your
Rebirth
Your humanity clawing its way
Through the layers you have buried
It beneath
The soot, the ash the fire
Caustic, cleansing,
Painful
But change always is. 09/07/2010 Posted on 09/07/2010 Copyright © 2024 Dawn M Williams
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 09/08/10 at 12:53 AM i love the first three lines...perfectly describes the beginning of an anxiety attack. |
Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 01/14/11 at 08:05 PM this is such an awesome piece! congrats on potd! |
Posted by Roger J Kenyon on 02/05/11 at 07:33 PM Great poem Dawn Williams throughout, but the last six lines grabbed me and as yet have not let go yet. A very belated, congratulations on POTD. |
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 04/23/11 at 07:17 PM Facing dramatic change is always traumatic! You've expressed it well. |
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