Forget My Name

Poem

Focus on the mountains ahead,
Forget the pain behind.
I need to stop turning in circles
And just stop:
Stop hitting replay on this sting,
Stop thinking
And just set out.

So I turn:
Take a step, one more
As each one falls they get easier;
Raise a cloud of dust
And in that dust I may forget your face,
And you forget my name.
If I don’t look back
I can pretend
That none of this happened.

In a misty mirror I see my face
Battered, gaunt, long.
Shivered by frost
Scarred by tears.
I need a change,
Need to refresh my heart
Like a dry forest needs a rain.
Need to see my feet on the road again
The clouds flying by beneath me,
The sun’s angled beams warming my cold face.

I long for a breath of fog as a new city greets me:
If my body can leave you behind
Maybe my mind can as well.
I close my eyes:
I am ready
To leave this world behind.
Focus on the mountains ahead,
Forget the pain behind.

*Written when about to leave Karaganda for Germany

 

Hello, I am the author of an ongoing poetry collection here on Image Curve, and I recently published an eBook called “Em”. It’s a picture book for kids that I also illustrated. Click here to get your copy on Amazon:

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photograph by Cagatay Orhan

 

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Lëaf Ednïwinga

Artist, dreamer, coffee addict, vagabond traveler and world's most creative adrenaline junkie. I'm in love with poetry & dream to spend my days writing Steampunk fantasy, drinking tea & drawing what butterfly wings look like under a microscope. I have always been most drawn to writing about legends, whether that's retelling them or completely re-imagining them, because there is so much mystery and potential there. I believe that the most inspiration comes from our darkest days, not the ones where we are happiest, because if we are happy, we don't have much to write about. A few years ago, I spent over 9 months in Karaganda, Kazakhstan where I taught EFL during the day and wrote poetry by night. During that time I was at a really fragile point in my life, so writing was really my only escape. I wrote over 200 poems during my time there, which sparked my love of the genre. I don't follow any particular type of poetry or rules, I just write what feels right, sometimes all rhyming, sometimes only partially or internally rhyming, and sometimes not rhyming at all. Besides reading other authors' poetry, I am most inspired by Hans Christian Andersen's and Grimm's Fairytales, and well-written modern fantasies. I like a style that is reminiscent of Tolkien as well as fantasies that borrow a lot of material from preexisting fairy tales, folk legends and mythology. My writing strengths, as told to me by those who have read my work, are a great talent for visual description, especially in my poetry, for example, putting words together that conjure up vivid imagery in people's minds. I like to call that "word-art." I write about people's emotions, I describe feelings that they know very well but can't put into words, and that is why my writing is personal and easy to identify with. One by one, the poems come down From their flight on high Like so many wild, winging birds And alight on my paper, mine at last. To get chapters of my NEW Fantasy series Raven delivered to your inbox every Friday, visit Raven's webpage & enter your email address in the form! http://www.raventheseries.weebly.com Besides weekly chapter of Raven you'll also get: ~Exclusive Freebies, giveaways, discounts, gift cards, prizes, special offer, event tickets, and more!

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