(c) Steven Pottle 2007

Saturday, 25 August 2007

"The Finding"

They release a warm fuzz
That raises the hairs on my arms and neck
There is a kind of fizzing that travels to a smile
And for someone so honest
I cannot open my eyes

I dare not draw out my arms to a wide line
Not through fear of falling
But through fear of finally finding...

Looking into a dark part of my heart
And seeing those eyes replying
My body began to crawl double and all I wanted was my Mummy
I've always searched for a hand to hold
And now there's one palmed for me

I cannot stand on the edge and just walk away
That's not how the story has been
I am scared to be at the end of hunting
Because the found seems worse than the finding.




© 2007 Steven Pottle

3 comments:

Julie Schuler said...

Nice! Are you going to post any illustrations?

kimmo_matias said...

Beautiful! Looking forward to reading more of your poetry and seeing your illustrations!
-Kimmo Matias-

Steven Pottle said...
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"The Beginning...Or The End?"

"The Beginning...Or The End?"
(c) Steven Pottle 2007