Take me the broken soul and sow me into the threads of the universe.
I've been missing for to longer out in outer space floating away,
waving as I'm passing by huddle eyes.
Feed me back the grain of earth and my thoughts will become unearthed, there from this mouth they'll spill
telling of every curse of the thread ripping from my once solid flesh; that's now flustered from the inflammation of missing the peace between the universe and I.
Really I thought someday I'd die as I floated away across the Milky Way;
yet somehow I'm now sitting in the valley of the prairie chained to earth by her motherly hands.
I've been praying for a release. Now I see my prayers were answered with gravity as I was brought back down to these earthly seams.
The universe is stitched back to me and I can walk again on these human feet.
But my soul is slowly mending as each piece comes back to me strumming each thread as it goes back into my body.
My prayers have been answers with gravity.
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Trio Of Words
PoetryPoetry from the corner of my little world. Another freestyle poetry book. "You finally saw that I was a puzzle piece that wasn't complete, but aren't we all when our emotions fall?" "So these are all things that keep playing back to me in poetry. A...
