I was challenged, I played. Here is…On the Inside (link is to original poem) version 2.0. Thoughts?
On the Inside 2.0
Open the doors, the air is a little cooler.
Creeping up – wrapping and wrapping
Asleep…Or am…I just now awake?
How long has it been?
Looking backwards/Or forwards – What’s the difference?
Both frowned upon.
One must, to understand, where we’ve been and where we are going.
Stop floating, and picking apart…Each day. Each beat. Each blink.
Everything we’ve touched…I want to feel!
Not just inertia…
But the tingle that jolts inside my veins – Splitting seconds into aliveness – I can’t help but go inward. Pages turn, and turn…They keep turning…
DoRee MelNic 