I walked through the darkness, I walked through the light, I came to where I laid to rest My only true love – The icy cold lips that once were so warm, The quiet heart that once was so torn. I kissed the cold lips, Gently touched the still heart, Leaving behind a part of my own Before I said final goodbye.
dreamer, poet, politics addict: Nara Hodge describes herself as a lover of words forever in awe of written word and the formidable beauty of poetry. She believes in therapeutic writing and often uses her poetry to express her pent-up emotions and untangle the chaotic thoughts of her restless mind. Nara refers to her writing as Restless Reflections, which is also the title of her poetry collection that is currently in progress.Nara writes poetry in English and Russian. She lives with her family in beautiful Oxfordshire, England.
You said you would be back in a minute But the minute became eternity. Swirling waters erased your physical presence And I was left with just a distant memory. Our journey was cut short You travelled to the other world
I write For one last time Not for anyone But for me To express thoughts Feelings Emotions Everything Spilled out on a blank page And to write all that comes to mind The struggles And the happiness The thoughts pour