“I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.” – Sylvia Plath.
I am. I am. I am.
In pain. In pain. In pain.
I say. I say. I say.
I scream. I scream. I scream.
The mountains they echo.
They echo.
They echo.
Before the silence fades.
The mountains they whisper.
They whisper.
They whisper.
As the world twirls between dusk and day.
I hear the thumping of my heart.
Against my expanded chest
The rib cage, like an Eagle’s wing,
Spreads. And spreads.And spreads.
I am. I am. I am.
In pain. In pain. In pain.
I feel the slouching of my shoulders
As my head bows in dismay.
My hair, like an Eagle’s feathers,
Sway. And sway. And sway.
I look up and see the clear blue sky.
The wisps of clouds in strings; tied
by a single strand of summer sunlight
I am. I am. I am.
In pain. In pain. In pain.
I look down to see the rocks I left behind.
I see the jagedness of water; crystalline
Rippled by the rocks that escape my feet.
The mountain stands.
In all it’s majesty.
The light flows.
With the flickering of the seas.
Everything is
Constant.
Constantly changing.
Exceptionally,
Me.
Note: I’m not sure how you guys read it. I’m not sure if you saw. But the right hand side and the left hand side are poems in themselves. So you could read them separately. Especially the left hand side which was easier to write.
I was reading this poem and in my heart i went ‘wow sylvia plath, you are actually amazing. You are the poet of poets, I see why Farees is sharing one of your poetries here. I think I’ll just become obssessed of u now. Gosh I need to read more of your poetries…its such a work of art, even when i read it separately, it still sounds like a poetry…”
Then I read the note at the bottom….I realized you had written it. Wow.
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