Curve

Posted on by Amy Jones
Image made by Ai in reflection to my poem

I made a song out of this poem, it is in the Music tab.

music through Ai – INTO THIS DEEP

I throw back the shroud of tapestries
Thick stitched with barbarous thread,
hanging heavy like the echo of your words.

Almond shaped blue green orbs squint, 
As the quick slant of light collide

shifting my sleepy thoughts back

into places meant for the living.

I become like spring,
uncurling from my hibernation.
Wanting to thrive against
The calloused curve of a green thumb.

warm winds shuffle the stack

of my self made coffin

and lifts the dust from my DNA

the tendrils of the growing

spread thick to surround me

piercing through my skin

like a single flame pierces the dark.

The vine takes shape

in the shapeless of my waiting

strengthens my bones

and gives breath to my breathing

i move to Slide the window open

and push back cobwebs that had me bound

the slow movements I make

stir what I am to become

my mind begins to open

like a flower too long in its bud

each petal a strain

from the fog of heavy Winter

And so I bloom to remember

I am meant for sun and thunder.

ajones 2026

9 thoughts on “Curve”

    1. Thank you P.J. ❤ it is a crawling back from a self made coffin and forcing yourself to find your sun and your thunder again. My coffin has been a lot of things in my left. Social Anxiety. Depression. Low self-esteem. The death of my son just buried me. And I have spent five years struggling my way back to life. ❤

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      1. I suffer from social anxiety and depression too so I can relate. Of course, losing a child is so incredibly difficult and it takes time to heal.

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