Welcome to Word Play Wednesday!
Word Play Wednesday is a weekly feature of written and spoken word poetry. I will be sharing my written and spoken word poems in addition to poems by other wonderful Poets both past and present. If you are interested in sharing some of your poetry, feel free to buzz me and we can work something out.
I hope that you enjoy reading and listening to our thoughts, feelings and rants and in many ways relate to some of them.
Enjoy!
This week I will be sharing a poem I recently wrote . I hope you like it.
Haunted House
Grief is a strange companion.
Never sure where she will take you.
She opens doors to many rooms
in this haunted house.
You drift through a maze
of emotions too many to count.
11 years after,
After the rushed goodbyes,
and the
Take hearts,
And the
It is wells.
You still live here.
Bowing to the pain.
Raining rivers of tears.
Drowning.
Under water
you taste the salt
and wonder why
you still breath.
Then you hear him say,
You are the salt of the earth.
The light of the world.
Saved by grace.
So rise up,
Pick up your bed and walk.
– Biyai Garricks
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