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Chris Carter

Chris Carter

Started writing poetry when she was a teenager. She is a writer for Mustard Seed Sentinel, and Bella Vita Tesoro.

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Surfacing

2 min readJul 20, 2022

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I’ve been underground,
Buried under the weight
Of what felt like too much,
Letting time tick by
Like the sound of a Metronome,
Keeping rhythm
With past and Present,
Past and present-
Until the future
Crept quietly Past me
without a word,
Making tomorrow
My yesterday.

Here I stayed for too long,
Until the moment
When I pushed through the earth,
Feeling the heavy weight lift,
My motion to reach
The surface
Forged with everything
In me.

Until I broke ground,
Feeling the warmth
Of the sun shining
Down on tired Bones.

There is life beyond
Stillness,
Beyond waiting
For the right moment.
There is breath
Reaching down
Into the deepest
Part of me.

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Chris Carter
Chris Carter

Written by Chris Carter

Started writing poetry when she was a teenager. She is a writer for Mustard Seed Sentinel, and Bella Vita Tesoro.