This is a new poem, although it has been under construction in its idea form for years. Next time, I’ll share the story behind it.
We Live, We Love
…the days we are given are gifts from above…Superchick
So I’m running
downhill, like water.
Music pounds;
My feet are a thunderstorm
hitting the ground.
My mind flashes back to that place it always goes where
the gunman is standing in front of me,
weapon cocked against my forehead.
I square my shoulders, look him in the eye.
Do it!
This time, I feel
droplets against my face
though its not raining;
Fall to my knees.
Please. Don’t.
To read the story behind the creation of this poem, click here: https://kellyhanwright.com/2020/03/29/the-story-behind-we-live-we-love/
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thanks
You are most welcome, Mark. I’m glad you enjoyed the post.
People read into poems differently, but what I see is, while the past is tumultuous, and at one point, “you” cared not how it all ended, NOW, you are not ready or willing for the end, but are going to press on, LIVING. LOVING.