I reach out/stretch out my
fingers/soul to you.
Searching around in the dark/silence
seeking you in the old
places, where you no longer live.
I an tired now, from searching,
worn out/disillusioned.
Find me, I cannot find you.
About Me
- Sharyn
- My name’s Sharyn, and I’m 30. I live in a rather lovely art deco apartment, with my best bud Simona. i have a job i love and i am learning to make a home here in sydney. In my spare time, I like to read books (historical novels and science fantasy mostly - I know - honestly), read poetry, write, watch TV on DVD, and knit and I'm learning to sew. It keeps me busy. I'm a bit of a scavenger and a collector and I love the every-day-ness of my life.
1 comment:
I like it.
I presume this is a poem where the voice is talking to God.
How can it be, paradoxically, that a supposedly immanent God who says, "seek and you shall find," can seem so hard to find sometimes?
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