life, interrupted
Andrea Damic
music in your ears, soft magic
ripples on the waves of the inner hair,
caressing your soul
eyes open as the sounds beg farewell
to the forlorn youth, interrupted childhoods,
dreams never dreamt
tears interspersed by flashbacks
of the past, un-lived desires,
hidden deep within the broken promises
saying goodbye to the city of your birth,
wondering, inwardly
what years will unearth
you wake up in sweats, disoriented
gasping for air, unsure if still
under the yoke of Hell
luckily just a nightmare, terrorizing
your weakened quintessence,
after all, you escaped warfare
realising that what awaits is yet untold,
and in the break of dawn, with
first light, you grasp that you’ll live
after all
***
albeit interrupted…
ripples on the waves of the inner hair,
caressing your soul
eyes open as the sounds beg farewell
to the forlorn youth, interrupted childhoods,
dreams never dreamt
tears interspersed by flashbacks
of the past, un-lived desires,
hidden deep within the broken promises
saying goodbye to the city of your birth,
wondering, inwardly
what years will unearth
you wake up in sweats, disoriented
gasping for air, unsure if still
under the yoke of Hell
luckily just a nightmare, terrorizing
your weakened quintessence,
after all, you escaped warfare
realising that what awaits is yet untold,
and in the break of dawn, with
first light, you grasp that you’ll live
after all
***
albeit interrupted…
Andrea Damic, born in Sarajevo, Bosnia & Herzegovina, lives and works in Sydney, Australia. She’s an amateur photographer and author of poetry and prose. Being a non-native English speaker makes every publication worth the struggle. When she lacks words, she uses visual arts to speak for her. She spends many an hour fiddling around with her website https://damicandrea.wordpress.com/
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