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Tracie Skarbo was motivated to write by her father, who was her biggest supporter. “He was always behind me, rallying me on with my writing. I would always see him with a book in hand. He gave me a great appreciation for the written word, and the power and responsibility that writers have to shape those who read their words. He also taught me to respect nature and to value the beauty within it; my reflections on my environment are just an extension of this.” Skarbo was raised on Vancouver Island and is working on her next two books.

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Waiting


Shall I pull stitches from torn flesh,
to prove you my pain?
Or would that only evidence my mortal status
before your concrete, community throne?
You have stolen and silenced a voice;
taken possession which you can never be worthy. 

You of lofty pose,
pray you seek to fly over the balance of scales
may you climb higher and higher.
For I shall sharpen my saber,
creep close to the ground,
and cut down your beanstalk. 

Within the mists where you find refuge
I shall crouch and bide my time
for when you least expect it
I will be there to remind you
of what you are beholden.

4 comments:

  1. strong opening stanza, which really sets this into play...the proving your pain/but it also showing you unworthy of reaching the same level as them and what they stole...

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    1. Thanks Brian! I hope you and yours are well this season... :)

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  2. very powerful expression of grief and loss....thinking of you, Tracie.

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  3. 'hell hath no fury", and all that...i wonder how many of us slink by the business end of that stick--all deservedly of course...i hope that your season is filled with blessings, and that your heart has joy

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