Hey. What's up? I am currently sitting my ass down a semi-cushioned chair in my Literature class. You read it right. I'm literally sneaking this post in. So okay. The poem we're reading today is Discovery by Wislawa Szymborska. (don't worry, it also took me a number of times to pronounce this right) My professor made us write our own, also using I believe's. So I thought about sharing mine. Clearly far from the great Wislawa. I know it's a little rushed but hey, better appreciate rather than bash, people!
PS. Save me from school!!!!!!
My Discovery
by Rose Diola
I believe in the girl I see over murky waters
I believe in her damp cheeks; her chapped lips
Her yearning for warmth; her thirst for piercing glaciers
I believe in the echoes of her cracking voice
Bouncing off the very shadows of her reality
I believe in every single barren breath she inhales
The hoarded pile of exhales; those wasted gasps
I believe in the zests and zings she extracts
Consuming as much insipidity and staleness as it could take
I believe in her benumbed touch
Caressing surfaces that cut her, gashes her soul-deep
Her mere existence is an abyss of cloudy facades
Stares with her fist closed tight, the other half open
Invariably armed, made stronger every day
Though under this cold metal plates, lay delicate layers
Her nakedness would still, forevermore, itch for formless silk
I will believe, I will.
