Soul Pressed Poetry

Poetry that comes from our soul.

Unreasonable joy (28 March 2011)

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There’s a quality
a sensation
that keeps me company

I sit with it
I lie with it
I disconnect from it

I feel numb
the essence of my pain


this tear running down my cheek
reminds me where my body meets
the world

where the boundary
between my skin and the air
and the air I breathe


this is my unreasonable joy

One Comment

  1. sad, authentic poetry, love the flow.

    share 1 to 3 with us tonight if you wish.. :)

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