PAPER CUTS
All that I have learnt,
taught to me as a child
to accept unquestionably,
I release now,
shedding my chameleon skin
to dance with my own truth;
liberating the tattered pages
between leathered layers of denial
protecting paper thoughts
scrawled with Time’s fading ink;
scattering all that I have become
into misty remembrance,
and with new ink
seeping from a thousand paper cuts,
lacerated on weathered flesh,
flows as rivers do,
meandering,
carving,
where valleys lay deep
in the shadows of ancient beliefs.
All that I will become
and yet to pass
is cast
to the whims of four winds,
into the burning eyes of the Sun
and the Moon’s shifting moods,
like a Phoenix’s ashes surrendered
to find wings anew
for the winds to play upon feathered strings
the songs of newborn cries.
Paper cuts heal
for fresh ones to sting
new memories into being.
Comments
great write..great depiction….awesome cosi,,,
Amazing!
Powerful words and wonderful imagery.
Powerful indeed! thank you so much for your wonderful entry Cosimo! wish you good luck
wowwwwwww…what a journey that was…reading it made me SIGH, Teared up…but also really appreciate the TIME that still remains. A very powerful yet tender and true writing…and BIGGEST CONGRATS on your Feature :)
Awesome write!! xo
It’s the best thing Cos to shed, the outdated patterns of lifetime habit,
and to be true to one’s birthright traits and gifts,
not what another/others have decided for you.
Congratulations on your feature, love oxo
Cos, talk about an epic journey of the mind, heart and soul…intense and powerful…EXCELLENT write!!!
awww Cos,
so wonderful affirming….
I found myself thinking that I’d found this poem in pieces and the joy I experienced as i put it all together…LOL I think a morning coffee :)) Happy Father’s Day to you, Dear Man xoxoxoxo