Poetry: “New Self”

I have been traveling today to see family, so this one is a little late (technically a day late).



New Self       by: Rose Clifford

Like the warm sun showering my closed eyes,

You make home in the yearning parts of me,

That need the quiet. The comfort. The ease,

Of a soft voice whispering I love you,

But with the meaning of a thunder storm.

Breaking down the previous shelter,

That has been made with splintered wood,

You rebuild a titanium structure. Solid.

Stable. Strong and ready for this new self,

That I must thank you for.


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