in·ter·im

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I live between the rock and the hard place

where living is no better than dying,

happiness no greater than crying,

truth no different from lying.

 

 

 

Slithering over rough stone

the snake corners me, alone-

inhales my heart

crushes my bones.

 

Rising skyward is my soul

unscathed still,

it remains whole-

held together by just

One

glowing as the blazing sun…

 

on wings we glide

through breaking morn

over dark blue sea,

we skip through dawn.

 

 

Riding higher,

I bend to touch

the earth below which I’ve

loved much;

hovering while bending low

fingertips skim water

before I go

upward with my gaze and gait,

the rock and hard place

I contemplate,

knowing to my very core

they have led me to heaven’s door.

 

 

 

 

 
photo credit: The Sentinel via photopin (license)

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Dawn Paoletta is a life enthusiast who loves to juggle words, chug coffee, and journal excessively. You can find her gathering stones on the beach most mornings. She enjoys hanging out with her hubby, daughter and family pets in Narragansett, RI and shares her passion, poetry and prose @Enthusiastically, Dawn.

9 thoughts on “in·ter·im

    1. Oh Cecelia, I appreciate hearing what people hear from the words that I share…thank you! And yes, just sometimes I can’t even see clearly what I write and others help me see more clearly what my heart is saying. 😉

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