Bitter Waters


You will see me someday, the open wound deep inside
Seeing only the truth, despairing I hide
The growing bitter bed, you will see and obey
Together, apart, we wed, sever the day
Like a raw raisin pit, I won’t miss you one bit
You’ll wish you could see, I can be happy
Wellsprings of water drawing deep will rise
You’ll miss me I surmise
You will walk the silted sand with bags in hand
Upon the realization I can
Reach the depths of despair
And find a smile in my heart.

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The Arts have always inspired me. I began exploring the art of writing poetry at 9 years old. It became one of my passions because it allowed me to express myself and respond to my inner promptings in a positive way. I found that as with any art form there are no right or wrong ways of creating. This is the beauty of art...there are no limitations. The only requirement is that the poet be courageous enough to release his inhibitions and follow his heart and imagination. Along my path in life, I have discovered that writing poetry is , at its most, a truly liberating experience that not only reveals the nature surrounding us, but in reflecting the inner life of mankind.
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