Breach

Posted: July 31, 2010 in My Poetry
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Breach

Immense,
it rolls
beneath
the surface

sometimes
breaking
through;

this enormous
reality
I fight to forget.

Bubbling up for air,
it comes with
blood and blisters.

You may never see
the whole creature:
just the occasional
leap, twist, and flail.

It always returns
to its home,

leaving broken skin
to become scars,
as homage to its presence.

Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive. –Josephine Hart

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Comments
  1. thanks, Heather 🙂 It’s real…That’s why I like it too!

  2. heather says:

    I think this is my most favorite of your poems! I can feel it.

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