offering

i wish
i could say
i understand
rather i drown
beneath this invisible cloak
knit with a double cable stitch
made to keep me warm

i suffer in the humid summer
bit by mosquitoes who crawl through the yarn
shiver, afraid to emerge
ever be seen…
silence takes my voice
and everyone else takes my blood

Posted on 06/02/201806/02/2018 Posted in PoetryTagged dreamscapes, listening well, meaning of life, sacrifice, suffering, this writing life, who am I

4 thoughts on “offering”

raynotbradbury says:

06/03/2018 at 4:28 am

Lol I guess u r very sweet blood 😉

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1. Jeanne says:
  
  06/03/2018 at 9:30 am
  
  😂 right!
  
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my dream walden says:

06/03/2018 at 1:17 am

I can relate to the dreaded humid summer and the annoying mosquitoes itch, not fun 😟

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1. Jeanne says:
  
  06/03/2018 at 9:32 am
  
  exactly! 😢 but… i try to stay lighthearted. 💜
  
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