Sometimes I Float In Between

I only know the light because I’ve lived through the dark.
My body, buried in the heavy, damp soil.
Ready to decompose with the earth.
Destined for more,
My soul wouldn’t rest.

Though suffocated by the soil,
Spirit clawed its way through the dirt that tried to encapsulate it,
simultaneously being kept alive by way of the earth’s minerals and nutrients.

My soul has eyes,
My soul has passion.
It lifted me out from the depths.
It used the very dark that tried to keep me oppressed, and
Transmuted the energy to light.

I know life, I know death, and sometimes I float in between.

Image captured by me at Green-wood Cemetery in Brooklyn, NY

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4 responses to “Sometimes I Float In Between”

  1. Shruba Avatar

    Such a powerful poem! I hope you’re in a better place now than when you wrote this. Take care!

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    1. B Avatar

      The ebbs and flows of life; thank you for your comments!

      Liked by 1 person

  2. Geri Lawhon Avatar

    Such a superb poem. Thank you for sharing it.

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    1. B Avatar

      Thank you; I appreciate it.

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