We, built like river reeds
wrench the heart, holding on
who root claws
upon rock & between crevices
like orchids hold the very air
they need/ here in the jungle’s lungs
and must pull pull hard
as feels unnecessary
when everyone says it should be easy,
but the air is thin
broken air, the slaying/ Oh,
of man’s sadness for what?
Published by Stephanie McManus
Please come visit https://stephaniesattic.wordpress.com for poetry described as whimsical, daring and perceptive. My writing tends to reflect on life experiences and the transformation of perceptions and subjective experiences into new states of mind. This site is unedited and raw.
My journey with Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome can be found at http://ehlersdanloscontemplations.wordpress.com/. This is a new website. My aim is to explore the process of acceptance through un-edited reflection and introspection. Another goal for this site as it unfolds is to provide support to others living with chronic illness. Please feel confident in opening up and discussing how I can make this a helpful website for you as it evolves.
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