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Building Walls, a poem

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You assumed

I was not strong enough

You assumed

I laid bare my heart-

And found unworthy,

I’d slink my way

Into the shadows

Unseen

Unknown

Unheard of.

Yet the traces

Of my existence

That you found so

Bereft of meaning

Barely scraped the surface.

You knew not my tears,

Nor their circumstance

You could not bare

The pangs within my heart

The longing reach for meaning

The painful truths of uncertain beginnings

Nor the iron will to make a difference

No matter if anyone cared.

I will not relinquish my right to exist.

You continue to sneer the truths

Of your unfortunate stance

Shout names into the streets

Tear apart, with your own assumptions,

The very decency of the fabric of my heart

And though I should be angry,

I shall let all the rage fall within your lap

Refuse to give home to your aversion

And allow the labels to fall by the wayside

Unseen

Unknown

And unnoticed.

For I know,

No matter which eye you see me with,

It shall always be tainted

By your own disgust.

You underestimate

The breaths

Which give birth to kindness

The hand, held out,

Believing another worthy

The power

Of different stories

Interwoven into a new narrative

And the difference

We could make,

Were we only working together

Instead of building walls.

 

© Sumyanna 2018

 

Written for The Daily Post Prompt: assumption

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With Friends Like These, a poem

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She did not

Believe

Their thin excuses

The well-meant

Courtesies

Of “Hello darling!

My, how we’ve missed you!”

Yet never

Was it an

Opportune time

To be cordial afterward.

The words were flung

In the silence

Of passing moments

When etiquette requires

Something be spoken

But obviously

Never meant.

After all these years,

She wonders,

Truly,

Do they expect me

To believe

their simple words

and drown out

the maddening noise

of their conduct?

 

© Sumyanna 2018

 

Written for The Daily Post Prompt: thin

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Skewed, a poem

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Nature desires

Clear vision

Open with wonder

Awake

And alive

No determined lines

No prescribed interpretation

Intentionally aware.

Yet along the passages

Of experience,

We learn

To skew our view.

Beauty is defined

Delineated

Proscribed

All else fails

To interest.

Like ants

Scurrying

Toward a meal –

We have no time

To notice

The harm

And we rush

To scrape

To mold

To angle our curves

To please,

Leaving all else

On the cutting room floor.

The earth exhales

An exhausted breath

As we overlook

The capacity of ourselves

And everything else

Upon her canvas.

 

(c) Sumyanna 2018

 

Written for the Daily Post Prompt: skewed

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The Forest Begs Us to Walk More Slowly, a poem

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In the silence of the forest
Do we walk quickly?
Treading the path
Like many –
How many miles?
How many miles ahead
And how many left behind?
Or do we tarry
A little longer
And dwell in the moments
Replayed in every single step
In the silky voice of the wind
In the crunch of leaves underfoot
In the faded bark of fallen tree
And do we wonder?
Do we wonder who else
Followed this path
How many
And when
What did they carry?
What were their dreams?
For those, their footsteps may have faded
But history dwells within every step
And the land – it carries the memories
Even if we never see them
In the silence of the forest
You witness history’s silent song
I try to linger
Never too quick in my steps
For I long dwell within
The whispered history
Of those who came before.

© Sumyanna 2016

 

Submitted for The Daily Post Prompt: forest

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Feeling Free, Being Me ( a poem)

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I’ll make no excuses

For I breathe the way I breathe

And I feel with utmost longing.

It matters not,

The way I hold my brush

Nor the way I

Paint my scene

Were it that

Everyone saw

In black and white

I shall dance beneath

The neon lights

Of summer’s spawning

Unaware –

Without a care,

Just feeling free

Being me.

I shall not

Cower in sadness

Stretching myself thin

To fit the mold

Or cry my tears

Upon shoulders

Of the bold

Who proclaim my ways

Are not artistic

Enough.

This is me

This is me

As real

As the air you breathe

And if you cannot see,

I’d rather you close your eyes

Than waste your sight on me.

 

© Sumyanna 2016

 

I know how to be nothing, but authentically me.

 

Submitted for The Daily Post Prompt: authentic

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On the Beach of My Imagination

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Here I am, alone
I hide from my own shadow
I dance, I play – I am alive
And I bask in the glow of setting sun
Sand pushed between my toes
And I can’t help but wonder
How many
How many
And could I possibly count them all
And the beauty of the moment
Streaks before my eyes
A glimmer of hope
My feet sink and the water rushes in
And I feel the movement
Of the world beneath me
It pushes away
Pushes away
And I feel like I am falling
But still I stand against the tide
Dripping wet, yet full of life
My heart is rushing
Rushing –
It longs to sleep within the tide
To brush against the rocks
Each one tells a story
I want to shape their beauty
To etch my memories
Across their edges
And I long
To push away
To push away
And stretch far away
Carried on the waves
The sky lit up like flame
It ripples across the waters
And lights the fire
Within my imagination.

© Sumyanna 2016

 

Submitted for The Daily Post Prompt: Glimmer