"Live again"

spoken word version: youtu.be/XOHPqahrnqA

"Live again"

What does the door think

about how I open it, the way I shut it

without looking back?

What does this street think

about how I walk it,

looking down and

looking in

to decrease vision?

What does the air think

high above me

when I just take of it what I need

without enjoying?

They’ve no voices

except the ones I lend them,

they tell me what I won’t tell myself.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

The door, the street and the air are a blank canvas. It is you who. Is speaking for them. This poem gives me the feeling of someone emerging from a dark tunnel, into the bright sunlight, but not yet smiling.

Chris

[NoPoetry]

You could be right. It's a bit foggy looking back on how I felt when I wrote this but I think it also represents having trouble being in the present. Or maybe that's how I feel now haha. Thanks again for reading and commenting