Where does the poetry come from?

My poetry comes through quickly, briefly edited and flows freely. It has been described as RAW, HONEST, SINCERE. It comes through so fast that if I don't sit and write it immediately, it is gone. Is it a gift? Is it worth sharing? I don't know, but I do know that it is now a part of me and I will put it out there.
Sincerely,
Sarah Sherman (C)

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Why do I sigh?

Why do I sigh? My children ask
As I sit back and start to relax
Why do you sigh Mom? Are you ok?
Oh yes, but what a day,  month, year...
I think when I sigh, my body says its ok

Don't worry my babies, this is just me
When you are young your future is a fantasy
I know now what is important and what is not
Yet I am sitting here and I remember a lot
When I sigh I am fine it is my bodies reflex

I sigh when tired
I sigh when sad
I sigh when angry
I sigh when glad
I sigh when bad

When I was young I watched a woman
She sighed in distress, lost and lonely
She had suffered a trauma
She was depressed it's true
But she never stopped sighing

Now its my turn to be the older woman
I sit and I yearn I hope that I have grown
I hope that I have learned
But it never stops this feeling in my chest
Whether I am busy or at rest, I sigh at my best


I sigh when tired
I sigh when sad
I sigh when angry
I sigh when glad
I sigh when bad

Even as I sit, my fingers on the keys
I reflect on my life and who I could be
I don't always look back with ease
There were moments I could have missed
And times of complete bliss, yet I sigh

I feel the rhythm and feel the breath
As it rises and moves up through my chest
Sometimes it shudders but most often not
It just flies out again through my mouth
As my breath gets heavy and sighs

I sigh when tired
I sigh when sad
I sigh when angry
I sigh when glad
I sigh when bad

I look at my little ones, forever my babies
The girls of my heart and wonder how life
Will treat them and if they will start
To sigh one day and realize they are me
It all comes around and repeats history

Now it is time to move on
Forget the sorrow that has gone
Remember the wonders that are now
And listen to my heart as my life wanders along
If I sigh again it is not loss or pain it is just me

Sarah Sherman


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

REALLY great - SO true, and so well expressed! -- John (sigh!)