Sunday, January 15, 2012

Rise











I can not die, I’m made of stone.
So, cry a river, Eyes.  I will not drown.
Break, Heart, into a million pieces and my breath won’t cease.
I’m stronger than you know.
Ears, listen to the truth,
taste the lies, spit them out…
and rise.


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7 comments:

  1. Brian MillerJanuary 15, 2012 at 2:38 PM

    nice...there is something to be said of purging the lies and being discerning...and that will make you rise...

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  2. UnknownJanuary 15, 2012 at 5:12 PM

    I can feel the strength in your poem, Nicole. Thank you for sharing.

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  3. PappyJanuary 16, 2012 at 4:47 AM

    Very nice contribution. I enjoyed your poetry.

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  4. TrellissimoJanuary 16, 2012 at 8:05 AM

    Nice one!

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  5. Tess KincaidJanuary 16, 2012 at 8:54 AM

    I like the thought of spitting out the lies...

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  6. Susan AndersonJanuary 16, 2012 at 12:33 PM

    I liked this one. In some way it reminds me of an Indian chant.

    =)

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  7. nicolewianFebruary 2, 2012 at 3:23 PM

    Thanks, Sue!

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