"Away"
I went away.
There in that shadeless land
no night pierced the glaring day,
and no friend held my hand.
I fell away.
A petal swaying, fraying around
the edges, I snapped away . . .
and drifted without ground.
I floated away . . .
till at last I hit rock
and broke the long curse of day.
And there I stopped.
Karen Hathaway Pittman is an award-winning poet who is currently compiling her first book-length collection of poems, The Awful Colossus of Longing. You may contact her at ltpkhp@aol.com.


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