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Poetic Expression
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Poetic Expression: the Meaning of the Inward Emotion
Poetic Expression is a form of expressing personal feelings, thought provoking issues, and emotions that linger within the souls, minds, and hearts of different individuals. How you choose to express yourself is clearly up to you. If you want to write it out, speak dramatically, or even cry, let those emotions turn into inspiration for those around and the generations to come.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
After the Hurricane
the sound of the storm coming, I can hear the winds blowing harder as I walk
clouds become dark grey as the rain pours, I become drinched in the sorrows of the current
walking slowly, I can hear your voice all over my body
tears begin to blend in with the rain water because I know the truth has been revealed
you don't love me anymore and I can't do anything about that
holding my heart in my hand, the blood runs down my fingertips like paint
the colors change from red to purple, purple to brown, brown to black
open wounds like my eyes being unblinded by those painful words, I continue walking
tell me that it's not true
tell me that this man isn't you
the wind blows even harder as the storm grows with force
twisting begins in my stomach as it rises to my throat
screaming in anger, I feel rage running through my veins as the emotions come out more in my tears
never thought we would be here, again, but we are
my footsteps are marked as I continue to walk, while the rain gets heavier
the more it rains, the more I cry
just disgusted and distraught, please leave me to myself
shadows of the trees blowing allows me to know that the hurricane is coming nearer
my hair blows tremendously rough as the walk becomes harder to continue
approaching behind me, I can no longer walk away from my pain within the storm
swept away and whirling in the winds, I see the times that we were happy
I saw the times when our love mattered the most
I'm slapped in the face time after time when I betrayed you
cuts from your deceit has left scars on my chest
bruises on my legs, arms, back, and wrists; carrying those marks for people to see
filled with pain, I'm left traveling with the winds, defending myself from the harshness of it
left with the pain, the hurricane has ended.
flooded with many emotions and drowned in sorrow, I find the need to move on
as I pick up myself, while thinking of the journey to the hurricane, I'm wanting a new beginning
now, I'm searching for healing
...searching for me, again
After the Hurricane
Copyright© 2010
De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved
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