Painting by Vincent Bakkun
I extracted heavens from my wrists
a long time ago.
The stars were red and my vulnerability had
been sharpened softly.
It was a memorable day when
I found out my blood type and the extremes
of my heart.
Poetry's benevolence helped me to stitch away pain,
sewing my soul on my body.
I survived life.
The space between the end and the beginning is a particle,
an atom of love and gratitude.
Here I stand. Here we all stand.
Let our essence perfume the universe one more time.
a long time ago.
The stars were red and my vulnerability had
been sharpened softly.
It was a memorable day when
I found out my blood type and the extremes
of my heart.
Poetry's benevolence helped me to stitch away pain,
sewing my soul on my body.
I survived life.
The space between the end and the beginning is a particle,
an atom of love and gratitude.
Here I stand. Here we all stand.
Let our essence perfume the universe one more time.
Karla Bardanza
Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2012
Poetry is the medium by which we tell our story, we all do. We are a community bound to each other with integrity, honesty and love. Beautiful! And this is an EXALT!!!!!
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