Originally posted in 2013. Poem with Audio π
Wintering this body.
I wear my seperateness
like a shield from fantasy
and the fear of cold.
I know by now
one santa claus
who comes with a strange,
black gift for each of us.
I know love is real
but a fugitive from law.
That freedomβs breath is raw
and the world we think round
is shapeless after all.
~ Melanie Blackwell
There are so many things I love about this poem…I don’t even know where to start. So, just know that it’s perfect and I love it.
π Thank you so much!
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