My earliest memories
Were like shards of glass.
They pricked me
When I swallowed them
As first experience
And they shredded my esophagus
Each time I threw up a piece
As verbal remembrance.
Years of spewing bile
Have allowed me to rid myself of them
And all that is left
Are pretty glass stones
That I buffed and polished
And gladly share.
--Dani Sanders, 04 Jun 06
5 comments:
Wow! What a beautiful, provocative and bittersweet poem!
This is so, so powerful! Wow. You used so few words, but I read a life's story in them...And I relate. The part about bringing them back up in order to heal oneself-- so true, and painful, and nessesary. Good for you!
Wonderful!!
:)
This poem says so much-more than a million different memories.
Beautiful and potent.
i missed this one earlier. a wonderful poem; i enjoyed how the words turned to polished stones. amazing. thanks for sharing.
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