This is written for all of you who are fighting
any illness or loss - it is the direction
one will take "like an eagle in flight."
A Separate Universe
A chemical - releasing energy,
grasping every thread from life,
no mental block, perfect form -
the eagle in flight, effortlessly
performing, sibilant nature
seeking new adventure, pooling
with criticism -
providing a larger ego, and
reaching the top - a universe, alone
belonged to you - crossing mighty rivers -
Your field of view - foretold prediction -
the omen - a public speaker, who
rearranged your expertise.
"Execute this bodily creation;
sporadic limbs no longer create,
engrossed with compelling
Shoot me - attack the phanton!"
Ceramic cracked - pieces cut skin
and a specter locked within -
visualizing a separate universe
not seen before - like nuclear war
wiping out familiar ground -
drastically changing your world around.
You met the traitor - halted war.
A director of the universe
dished out uncertainty - you
protested every word they spoke, but
words splattered like glass tossed on
to the ground.
Antagonized by fate - you plunged back
to the world where eagles flew.
You spread your wings – a new direction
selected - to lift pride -
to continue to survive
on a journey of the unknown.
Knocked down by thrusts of lightening.
Pulled violently into the eye of a storm. . .
Escaped with additional scars
but determined to survive
above forceful waves at a
Directed - into a splice of former life. . .
Picked apart a brain, and
found proper pieces to cultivate;
some succumbed immediate death,
now, left with one millimeter
among ten thousand threads,
bolstering echoes of success.
Plans digested and dreams fade –
layers unseen – pain packed, and
delivered to be observed by the
Universe - alone.
Nancy Duci Denofio
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