By
Opal Ingram
Look At Me, Not Through Me
Water is a reflection
Just our perfection
the lines slowly disappear
Everything seems so clear.
Do you know what the cycle feels like?
Look through me,
not at me.
My spirit hovered in dark corners
Rub me up dove
Take me afar
Into heaven along with my entire club.
Release all prisoners
In which they do not belong.
Look away.
I felt un love.
Do you know what the cycle feels like?
Look through me
not at me.
I thought
I knew him well.
He punched me!
Sitting in a pool of hate
and blood, I crawled to a dark corner
I saw myself on a golden light
It reached my hand and said fight!
You must!
I cried myself to sleep.
Look through me
not at me.
I felt ugly inside.
When you look at me
See me!
That smile is for you.
Don’t look through me
When you look at me
I am a Woman with a smile.
That smile is for you.
Sitting On The Edge
I sat on the edge
and watched the sun
In a glare.
I felt a chemistry drawn in to nature.
I glance at the moon
It was a half of a moon
It glittered.
I felt a peace
Like no other.
I said an utterance
of a prayer of protection.
I felt peace like no other
sitting on the edge.
beautiful <3
Thank you
Beautiful magazine. I love poetry
Good. An attempt to go beyond what one feels...