Yawn Part 6
I turn
over
every stone
on my path
searching for
the last line.
I begin
to scour
memories
of old,
and feel
the waters
s l o w l y
begin to
e
s
i
r
in the emotions
that
swell over
the banks
of my
heart
.
I s t e p s o f t l y
through
the muddied
soil
of my soul,
where the
torrent of
rushing
waters
has
gathered
sticks and debris;
forcing
them
to cling
to the
visible signs
of high waters
in the past —
tree trunks
strangled in
dead vines,
buried in
dry and
caked clay.
I TrEaD
further,
deeper
a
l
o
n
g
the edge,
where
the fierce waters
have picked up
the earth
and turned it,
like a page
in a book.
I see
new treasures
that have been
unearthed
in the violence
and
tumult.
As I begin
to sift
through them,
the pen
finds her home
on the page
and I begin to....
write;
picking
piece by piece —
the twigs of beauty
and twines of pain
that have been
uncovered.
The page,
saturated with
words and tears,
begins to reflect
more light;
a prism
that
~
slowly trembles
upon
the waters of my
heart.
I look up
and away
from the page
to follow
the
light
with
my
eyes
and
there, atop
a * pile
of buried leaves
and branches
I find it....
the last
line
.
But it’s tangled
and caught
in
the
barb
of
a long
f
i
s
h
i
n
g
l
i
n
e
hooking
it among
the reeds
that are
choking
it at
its
throat.
I set out to
untangle it
and
set it
free,
but need help
to
unravel it
from
myself .
Read Part 1 by MsH: https://theprose.com/post/256062/yawn
Read Part 2 by Danceinsilence: https://theprose.com/post/256070/yawn-ii
Read Part 3 by Mnezz: https://theprose.com/post/256248/yawn-iii
Read Part 4 by Brandi333: https://theprose.com/post/256305/yawn-part-4
Read part 5 by HandsofFire: